Written By Percephon
Sept. 29, 2017, 12:41 p.m.(4/21/1007 AR)
[ A sampling of the following has been added to the Journal: ]
The Alphabet of Lagoma: Apothecary Cures and Curses. A (Very Outdated) Compendium from the Apothecary College of Tor. Chapter Three.
Catnip - Also known as catmint. A perennial herb that is commonly found growing wild. In a warm tea it soothes the mind and promotes sleep. As a tonic it eases hysteria and irritability when combined with valerian and skullcap.
Celery - Celery is a plant which grows in the garden and is known to everyone, and its seed is even better known to be useful for medicine. It is put in purgatives with quite sharp properties and is a reliable diuretic.
Coffee - The 'Mocha' coffee is esteemed the best, and the 'Java' next, but all can agree that the dried and roasted berries of coffee can be ground to create a very agreeable infusion. Used as a beverage, it clears the mind of fog and reduces headaches. Also, it has been known to destroy the pains following inebriation. If taken too freely it will effect the nerves.
Cumin - The cumin with the strongest properties appears to be that procured in the Saffron Isles. Known for the ability to soothe and warm the humors, hence it is good for flatulence and stomach cramps, especially if following a full Oathland meal.
Curare - See Nux Vomica. The bitter seeds, when ground into a fine powder and used in tinctures is known to stimulate the digestion to good effect in small doses. In higher quantities it is known as a toxin that will lead to shock, paralysis, and the unfortunate condition known as death.
Cypress - For one that should find themselves god-touched (or struck by lighting) seek out green cypress. The body should be rubbed with a plaster made of this along with lowland pine resin and a sandalwood. This mixture, when heated, and inhaled through the nostrils will fill one with the odor of good incense and nothing more.
The Alphabet of Lagoma: Apothecary Cures and Curses. A (Very Outdated) Compendium from the Apothecary College of Tor. Chapter Three.
Catnip - Also known as catmint. A perennial herb that is commonly found growing wild. In a warm tea it soothes the mind and promotes sleep. As a tonic it eases hysteria and irritability when combined with valerian and skullcap.
Celery - Celery is a plant which grows in the garden and is known to everyone, and its seed is even better known to be useful for medicine. It is put in purgatives with quite sharp properties and is a reliable diuretic.
Coffee - The 'Mocha' coffee is esteemed the best, and the 'Java' next, but all can agree that the dried and roasted berries of coffee can be ground to create a very agreeable infusion. Used as a beverage, it clears the mind of fog and reduces headaches. Also, it has been known to destroy the pains following inebriation. If taken too freely it will effect the nerves.
Cumin - The cumin with the strongest properties appears to be that procured in the Saffron Isles. Known for the ability to soothe and warm the humors, hence it is good for flatulence and stomach cramps, especially if following a full Oathland meal.
Curare - See Nux Vomica. The bitter seeds, when ground into a fine powder and used in tinctures is known to stimulate the digestion to good effect in small doses. In higher quantities it is known as a toxin that will lead to shock, paralysis, and the unfortunate condition known as death.
Cypress - For one that should find themselves god-touched (or struck by lighting) seek out green cypress. The body should be rubbed with a plaster made of this along with lowland pine resin and a sandalwood. This mixture, when heated, and inhaled through the nostrils will fill one with the odor of good incense and nothing more.
Written By Ira
Sept. 29, 2017, 12:32 p.m.(4/21/1007 AR)
There was a knock
Upon my door
And upon my stoop
There stood the Gods
Cloaked, as I
In Superstition
Cloaked as I
In Desire
But I, being sound
Did so say "Why,
Why do you stand
Thus on my stoop?"
"We come today
To tell you how
How to be
How to act
We come today
To share with you
The things to do
To live and love
To clash and cry
And eventually die."
"All this
And all in service
To you, and you, and you?"
"All in service to life."
"And what is life?"
"Life is love."
"And what is love?"
"Love is work."
"Why then
Would I submit
To the labor of love
In service to you
In service to life?"
"Because it is right."
"What is right?"
"Right is not wrong."
"What then is wrong?
Who chooses
The morality
Who chooses
The stance
Who chooses
The rules?"
"We do."
But it was not the Gods
Who spoke
But the air behind them
The collective
More than a God
More powerful than any Mirror
The collective
Has the power
To ostracize
And cripple
And tear down
The Gods
And break
The mirror.
Upon my door
And upon my stoop
There stood the Gods
Cloaked, as I
In Superstition
Cloaked as I
In Desire
But I, being sound
Did so say "Why,
Why do you stand
Thus on my stoop?"
"We come today
To tell you how
How to be
How to act
We come today
To share with you
The things to do
To live and love
To clash and cry
And eventually die."
"All this
And all in service
To you, and you, and you?"
"All in service to life."
"And what is life?"
"Life is love."
"And what is love?"
"Love is work."
"Why then
Would I submit
To the labor of love
In service to you
In service to life?"
"Because it is right."
"What is right?"
"Right is not wrong."
"What then is wrong?
Who chooses
The morality
Who chooses
The stance
Who chooses
The rules?"
"We do."
But it was not the Gods
Who spoke
But the air behind them
The collective
More than a God
More powerful than any Mirror
The collective
Has the power
To ostracize
And cripple
And tear down
The Gods
And break
The mirror.
Written By Anze
Sept. 29, 2017, 12:29 p.m.(4/21/1007 AR)
Not the most ideal reason for a return trip to my childhood home...
Written By Aureth
Sept. 29, 2017, 12:22 p.m.(4/21/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Eleyna
Yes!!
Written By Eleyna
Sept. 29, 2017, 12:16 p.m.(4/21/1007 AR)
While I find the idea of reincarnation fascinating and am intrigued each time I hear about someone being the reincarnated soul of some ancient hero or villain, I don't much care about whether I am some Important Person reborn or not.
Instead, I think about how I can leave behind the sort of legacy that makes people hope they are me reborn in a couple hundred years.
Instead, I think about how I can leave behind the sort of legacy that makes people hope they are me reborn in a couple hundred years.
Written By Rey
Sept. 29, 2017, 11:01 a.m.(4/21/1007 AR)
In my dream, I stood under a roiling storm, but I wasn't afraid because the storm was mine, and I knew that if I reached out, I could hold the lightning in my hands. I met the weeping knight there, delicate and broken, but only for a moment. He came to offer me his cup of love and sorrow, but only that; then it was time for us to say goodbye.
The storm held its breath. I could feel the clouds change. I turned around, and saw him. The man from the beach. He spoke to me, but the words formed by his mouth weren't the words I heard, and I couldn't tell what was real anymore.
The storm held its breath. I could feel the clouds change. I turned around, and saw him. The man from the beach. He spoke to me, but the words formed by his mouth weren't the words I heard, and I couldn't tell what was real anymore.
Written By Petal
Sept. 29, 2017, 4:42 a.m.(4/21/1007 AR)
I will have to make another banjo for my shop and I think a harp too. I am glad it is being played, I worked hard on it.
Also, I won Going Crownsworn. It is going right up in my shop. I am so excited.
The Bow, Mirari made me is lovely.
Petal
Also, I won Going Crownsworn. It is going right up in my shop. I am so excited.
The Bow, Mirari made me is lovely.
Petal
Written By Monique
Sept. 29, 2017, 1:12 a.m.(4/20/1007 AR)
Where shall I put this painting! WHERE! Ah, the possibilities are so endless that it's agonizing.
A wonderful event, talent beyond my wildest dreams, and I, the humble Minx allowed to own a small part of it.
Why, one might almost think everything was going right.
A wonderful event, talent beyond my wildest dreams, and I, the humble Minx allowed to own a small part of it.
Why, one might almost think everything was going right.
Written By Calaudrin
Sept. 28, 2017, 10:45 p.m.(4/20/1007 AR)
I will not be writing any banjo sheet music, you lunatics. I swear everyone in this city has lost their mind.
Written By Ida
Sept. 28, 2017, 7:32 p.m.(4/20/1007 AR)
The new forge is nearly installed and I'm dying to get to work. Two swords up first and then at least a handful of daggers, baby themed. Probably will give a couple of them away, but it is like the designs are writing themselves in my head. Can't wait to be back to work! Barring any MORE unforeseen circumstances of an almost comedic nature, of course. Not that I'm superstitious. Except that I am wholly and, perhaps, almost ridiculously superstitious. I think I am going to sprinkle some salt on my doorway, just in case.
Written By Vesper
Sept. 28, 2017, 6:06 p.m.(4/18/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Thena
If only someone had a banjo ...
Written By Thena
Sept. 28, 2017, 6:04 p.m.(4/18/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Calaudrin
You just need to put that to music.
Written By Calaudrin
Sept. 28, 2017, 5:19 p.m.(4/18/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Sparte
I like you just the way you are.
Written By Torian
Sept. 28, 2017, 3:57 p.m.(4/18/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Orathy
Goats are funny creatures, and the closer you look, the funnier they get. Funny tails, funny little horns, funny little eyes. Just don't check between their legs, Brother, cause those wee cocks ain't so funny looking.
Written By Malesh
Sept. 28, 2017, 3:50 p.m.(4/18/1007 AR)
I told myself, committed to myself and to my House, that when I came to Arx following The Siege, that I would do so to empower my family. Since then my sister has grown into the sort that songs will be written about, and if she keeps it up maybe even an entire opera. My Brother has secured his place as Count by turning back the tide of invasion, proving once again that none shall get to Bisland except through us. We've done so well that I'm able to step away from managing the affairs of Stonewood as closely as I am used to that I might assist the Great House Thrax in their recoveries following the recent troubles at Maelstrom. I knew I'd be helping my people, but there's something very rewarding about being in a position to help others as well.
Written By Thena
Sept. 28, 2017, 3:37 p.m.(4/18/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Magpie
You mean a pretty scary face, or a pretty scary face?
Actually, never mind.
Actually, never mind.
Written By Percephon
Sept. 28, 2017, 3:07 p.m.(4/18/1007 AR)
The South is, as they say, is the very embodiment of style and sophistication. Tor, in particular -- that beautifully vibrant city-state -- fascinates its visitors with a large number of extraordinary sites and breathtaking scenery. Getting lost in those lush gardens, explosions of color and scent, gives a moment of quiet and peace to all who wish to switch off and meditate. Idyllic conditions for the traveler seeking to escape the winters of Arx that seem to have a willful resentment toward me.
Although, if you for one moment thought that I was on holiday (-- this includes you, yes) you would be sorely mistaken. I sat in on lectures at the Apothecary College most days, walking into whatever class appeared to be the most thought-provoking. Blending in with the crowd. Following my curiosity and intention. An independent learner haunting the college halls until I was able to speak with professors, compliment and cajole, and eventually be allowed to take a seat and listen in. Not every attempt was successful. Not every instructor was so lenient in allowing me to audit their course, and so it led to worthy debate (one even crowed and flailed like a chicken after I pointed out the fallacies in his argument) before I was shown the door.
Books are invaluable, but the spirit of learning is also found in engaging others.
Although, if you for one moment thought that I was on holiday (-- this includes you, yes) you would be sorely mistaken. I sat in on lectures at the Apothecary College most days, walking into whatever class appeared to be the most thought-provoking. Blending in with the crowd. Following my curiosity and intention. An independent learner haunting the college halls until I was able to speak with professors, compliment and cajole, and eventually be allowed to take a seat and listen in. Not every attempt was successful. Not every instructor was so lenient in allowing me to audit their course, and so it led to worthy debate (one even crowed and flailed like a chicken after I pointed out the fallacies in his argument) before I was shown the door.
Books are invaluable, but the spirit of learning is also found in engaging others.
Written By Magpie
Sept. 28, 2017, 2:38 p.m.(4/18/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Thena
Thena has a pretty scary face!!
Written By Estaban
Sept. 28, 2017, 2:03 p.m.(4/18/1007 AR)
In the ruins of madness
A ghost of a chance
There is new hope reborn in every tragedy
And the world I see bares
A mystery waiting to be revealed
And don’t you know that
Every cloud has a silver lining
You may call me a dreamer
Call me a fool
Just a blue eyed believer in you
In the age of confusion
Tears and despair
Let me sell you a dream of prosperity
In this great illusion
Our humble intentions are well concealed
You may call me a dreamer
Call me a fool
Just a blue eyed believer in you
But I’ll die for that someone
In the blink of an eye
So tell me… please tell me
Just what kind of fool am I...
When I drown in my fears
In the darkness of sorrow
There’s a promise of grace
Under silver grey skies
And I’m drying my tears
In the blaze of the sunlight
A reviere sealed with a kiss
A ghost of a chance
There is new hope reborn in every tragedy
And the world I see bares
A mystery waiting to be revealed
And don’t you know that
Every cloud has a silver lining
You may call me a dreamer
Call me a fool
Just a blue eyed believer in you
In the age of confusion
Tears and despair
Let me sell you a dream of prosperity
In this great illusion
Our humble intentions are well concealed
You may call me a dreamer
Call me a fool
Just a blue eyed believer in you
But I’ll die for that someone
In the blink of an eye
So tell me… please tell me
Just what kind of fool am I...
When I drown in my fears
In the darkness of sorrow
There’s a promise of grace
Under silver grey skies
And I’m drying my tears
In the blaze of the sunlight
A reviere sealed with a kiss
Written By Thena
Sept. 28, 2017, 1:04 p.m.(4/18/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Sparte
You just need to cultivate a good glower. I can teach. Maybe.
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