Written By Esoka
April 22, 2017, 11:20 p.m.(4/26/1006 AR)
I pray to Limerance often, but it is rarely for love. The oaths of duty and fidelity have shaped my life. First to my tribe and family, then to House Riven when the herons and the Greenwoods became one and the same.
Passion and lust pull me easily. But love? I have given it little thought.
From what I understand of marriages among the Compact highborn, they are forged of duty. For diplomacy and resources and the good of your blood. These things make sense to me.
But I see in Marquessa Samantha Match with Lord Rymarr love, as well. I don't think of myself as a romantic, but that makes my heart sing for the marquessa, from one woman to another.
That is a fine thing to find in your life, if you can manage it.
And he seems a strong, worthy man who will bring the Deepwoods much. It all, it seems to me, is for the good.
Limerance's blessings come in many forms, and love and duty do not always have to come separately. I shall think on this more.
Passion and lust pull me easily. But love? I have given it little thought.
From what I understand of marriages among the Compact highborn, they are forged of duty. For diplomacy and resources and the good of your blood. These things make sense to me.
But I see in Marquessa Samantha Match with Lord Rymarr love, as well. I don't think of myself as a romantic, but that makes my heart sing for the marquessa, from one woman to another.
That is a fine thing to find in your life, if you can manage it.
And he seems a strong, worthy man who will bring the Deepwoods much. It all, it seems to me, is for the good.
Limerance's blessings come in many forms, and love and duty do not always have to come separately. I shall think on this more.
Written By Waldemai
April 22, 2017, 10:30 p.m.(4/26/1006 AR)
Princess Valencia hosted a fight training session, and I dragged myself over. That fellow, Mathias, was leading it, and he's as fast as I remembered. He remembered me, too, and made me fight with a sword instead of my hammer. Gave me some damned fine advice about keeping a helmet around to clap on my head if something goes wrong, too.
Written By Edward
April 22, 2017, 10:26 p.m.(4/26/1006 AR)
Late to the weapons practice at the Hart, but worthwhile to have the bruises of training at the end of the night.
Written By Sameera
April 22, 2017, 9:18 p.m.(4/26/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Ariel
Fondness. She is okay to touch. Very respectful of boundaries. No hugging or kiss, though. Still a bit weird.
Written By Sameera
April 22, 2017, 9:17 p.m.(4/26/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Carita
Sister in law of Lady Ariel. Of the more tolerable level but not certain on her. She is of the wise mind.
Written By Sameera
April 22, 2017, 9:16 p.m.(4/26/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Baltus
No touchy. Nooo touchy. Perhaps a little too forward in trying to approach. Kneed, or attempted, him for touching then putting his lips to my head. Very weird.
Written By Sameera
April 22, 2017, 9:14 p.m.(4/26/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Max
Progress has been made with him. He is of the least intolerable of all the people. He is still a Darkwater but not horrible. Still weird.
Written By Sameera
April 22, 2017, 9:13 p.m.(4/26/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
Showed concern over some writing I did. Not entirely weird from her. Still a little Concern for me is new still.
Written By Sameera
April 22, 2017, 9:12 p.m.(4/26/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Ford
He is more tolerable than he once was. Perseverance pays of, I suppose. He is still weird and strange but tolerable. I do not object touching from him.
Written By Sameera
April 22, 2017, 9:10 p.m.(4/26/1006 AR)
Felt inspired to make signet rings today. People seem pleased. Also did several commissions and took on a couple more. Everyone seems good.
I have started thinking of plans to what I wish to do.
People are more tolerable.
I have started thinking of plans to what I wish to do.
People are more tolerable.
Written By Selene
April 22, 2017, 8:45 p.m.(4/26/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Aiden
Yes Aiden, you can call me friend. I call you friend too. And you're always welcome in my home and presence.
Written By Ford
April 22, 2017, 8:37 p.m.(4/26/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Octavia
You were wrong. And that's okay. What happened would have happened no matter what you chose to do.
Her death is not on you. It's on the men who killed her.
I love you. Always.
Her death is not on you. It's on the men who killed her.
I love you. Always.
Written By Sparte
April 22, 2017, 6:44 p.m.(4/26/1006 AR)
I lost control. I'm not going to make any excuses for how or why, it happened. I hurt those men far more than a friendly competition allows for. I was so eager for the fight.
Why? Why was I eager to fight them? To prove myself to Gloria, to test my ability? To learn something? I don't know my own mind.
Why? Why was I eager to fight them? To prove myself to Gloria, to test my ability? To learn something? I don't know my own mind.
Written By Merek
April 22, 2017, 6:37 p.m.(4/26/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Silas
I'm not sure what happened with everything, but I'm glad that all turned out alright for you. I am hopeful that you will be able to do much with your new holdings. I hope you won't give up the craft.
Written By Merek
April 22, 2017, 6:34 p.m.(4/26/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Reese
I am happy that Reese has found someone to marry. I'm quite glad for my friend, and hopeful that even though this is during the siege, it will be a wonderful time for her.
Written By Merek
April 22, 2017, 6:34 p.m.(4/26/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Malena
My sister was hurt during a battle in the siege at the Velenosa district. This has me quite worried about her, although she is recovering well. Hopefully once all this is over she can have the shop she wants and this can all settle a bit, and life can get back to normal.
Written By Valery
April 22, 2017, 2:46 p.m.(4/26/1006 AR)
There was a woading today at the Stone Grove.
It was a nice thing, even if I didn't really took part on it.
Warrior marks are a bit of a waste in someone that cannot fight.
It was a nice thing, even if I didn't really took part on it.
Warrior marks are a bit of a waste in someone that cannot fight.
Written By Margot
April 22, 2017, 12:17 p.m.(4/26/1006 AR)
I am beginning to wonder if we should change the Darkwater Sigil to that of a rabbit as there was only one or two and now it seems they're everywhere!
Written By Aureth
April 22, 2017, 12:09 p.m.(4/26/1006 AR)
It is probably not a surprise to anyone that the Sentinel is not a god to whom I have much addressed myself in my life. Abstract justice is a seductive concept that even as a boy I believed practical reality was inclined to neglect. It's not that I don't appreciate the lure, to some degree. But here's the thing.
I wasn't born poor. I've never been poor. Myrinda Grayhope was the foremost seamstress and designer in the city. She had her detractors but she earned them by her tongue, not her work. Her work was unsurpassed. She dressed every High Lord and Lady. She was sponsored by Grand Duchess Esera, a woman whose taste and finesse were unquestionably unsurpassed. When Fortunato and I were little, she was still building to her final pinnacle, but even in those early days after she first escaped the mess that my father left her, well ... we weren't _poor_.
But I was a Boroughs scrapper, a brat. The privileged son of a family that most were wise enough not to cross. But not the _sheltered_ one. I watched lotus eaters die, I watched men beat each other in the street, I watched wealthy people use charity as a stopgap to make themselves feel better and then wander off back to their own luxuries without ever giving any of these people a thought. I saw other children who were my friends disappear to no one notice. It's not that any of this was especially traumatic for me. The point was, I saw.
So did the Sentinel.
I struggled with that more then than I do now. Resentment is an old friend of my heart, it's true, but I have a better, clearer understanding of what it means for a god to act. Of what it means for the gods to watch. And I am newly come to a very clear, up close, and personal understanding of what it feels like to watch cruelty, violence and injustice happen while you are powerless to intervene. For whatever reason. Perhaps because you're actually powerless, or perhaps because the consequences of action would be far worse.
I'm sitting now, waiting as a dent in my brand new armor is repaired, and thinking as I write, about spilled blood in the Cathedral, about dead children, and pain, and violence, and wanton malice for its own sake, and ... the Sentinel saw it all. Because the Sentinel sees everything.
The power of justice is in the hands of men. I feel, like I felt the rush of light through me last night, that the gift of justice is not only from the Sentinel to us, but the gift that we can grant _to_ the Sentinel by the work of our hands, our minds and our honor. Because I can think of no greater gift than the relief I felt when it was finally over.
This is my prayer to the Sentinel. Let the light of righteousness guide more of my choices. May I be more relief to your burden than weight added to it.
In other words, my prayer to the Silent Watcher is that I will not be painful to watch.
I wasn't born poor. I've never been poor. Myrinda Grayhope was the foremost seamstress and designer in the city. She had her detractors but she earned them by her tongue, not her work. Her work was unsurpassed. She dressed every High Lord and Lady. She was sponsored by Grand Duchess Esera, a woman whose taste and finesse were unquestionably unsurpassed. When Fortunato and I were little, she was still building to her final pinnacle, but even in those early days after she first escaped the mess that my father left her, well ... we weren't _poor_.
But I was a Boroughs scrapper, a brat. The privileged son of a family that most were wise enough not to cross. But not the _sheltered_ one. I watched lotus eaters die, I watched men beat each other in the street, I watched wealthy people use charity as a stopgap to make themselves feel better and then wander off back to their own luxuries without ever giving any of these people a thought. I saw other children who were my friends disappear to no one notice. It's not that any of this was especially traumatic for me. The point was, I saw.
So did the Sentinel.
I struggled with that more then than I do now. Resentment is an old friend of my heart, it's true, but I have a better, clearer understanding of what it means for a god to act. Of what it means for the gods to watch. And I am newly come to a very clear, up close, and personal understanding of what it feels like to watch cruelty, violence and injustice happen while you are powerless to intervene. For whatever reason. Perhaps because you're actually powerless, or perhaps because the consequences of action would be far worse.
I'm sitting now, waiting as a dent in my brand new armor is repaired, and thinking as I write, about spilled blood in the Cathedral, about dead children, and pain, and violence, and wanton malice for its own sake, and ... the Sentinel saw it all. Because the Sentinel sees everything.
The power of justice is in the hands of men. I feel, like I felt the rush of light through me last night, that the gift of justice is not only from the Sentinel to us, but the gift that we can grant _to_ the Sentinel by the work of our hands, our minds and our honor. Because I can think of no greater gift than the relief I felt when it was finally over.
This is my prayer to the Sentinel. Let the light of righteousness guide more of my choices. May I be more relief to your burden than weight added to it.
In other words, my prayer to the Silent Watcher is that I will not be painful to watch.
Written By Margot
April 22, 2017, 11:19 a.m.(4/25/1006 AR)
To the Future Duke of Tydehall -
If you would do me the favor of ceasing kicking my bladder, I would have more time available to be improving your future inheritance.
Your mother.
If you would do me the favor of ceasing kicking my bladder, I would have more time available to be improving your future inheritance.
Your mother.
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