Written By Sameera
April 20, 2017, 12:09 a.m.(4/21/1006 AR)
Touching. People do this. I am not a fan of it. More so when it involves more than a fleeting one. People are difficult.
Written By Esoka
April 19, 2017, 11:35 p.m.(4/20/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Calaudrin
Good man to drink and smoke with. Decent shot. Unafraid to take charge when need be. Would follow into battle again. He should remember that he's flammable, though.
Written By Tikva
April 19, 2017, 10:57 p.m.(4/20/1006 AR)
Love is the measure of two hearts together
Duty is the binding together of their tether
Once it was a wall and now it bends
Between a loving pair of truest friends
This song could have been spun a tragedy
Instead it’s the true beginning of a family.
Wound up with history, time twining through
It could have been sadness, division for two;
Yet finally it came, the truest reward,
That wife and husband share a grip on this sword
Limerance calls you, together hereby—
Old vows now behind you, a new one will bind.
Standing by stalwart in armor, he’s never forsook
While her gaze never changed, ahead she’ll always look
Back to back, side by side, partnership and support
These lovers have a rare gift as he joins with her court
Never forget, though, these lovers entwined
This is a triumph we can all get behind:
Some creatures may exist for no purpose at all
The lion, his strength roars out in his bright call
While the sloth, she is home to so many of the small
It fits more than one way, you know, small and tall,
Ride along by your heart, to show love conquers all;
Patience and faith reward loyalty, above all.
This could have been tragic, but instead it’s come sweet
By these hands come in joining, two hearts shall beat;
Rare upon rare when the heart makes accord
with duty divine, liege-sworn, all above-board;
Together you’ll walk each new stride of this ward
and as for me I give welcome to my lady’s new lord.
Duty is the binding together of their tether
Once it was a wall and now it bends
Between a loving pair of truest friends
This song could have been spun a tragedy
Instead it’s the true beginning of a family.
Wound up with history, time twining through
It could have been sadness, division for two;
Yet finally it came, the truest reward,
That wife and husband share a grip on this sword
Limerance calls you, together hereby—
Old vows now behind you, a new one will bind.
Standing by stalwart in armor, he’s never forsook
While her gaze never changed, ahead she’ll always look
Back to back, side by side, partnership and support
These lovers have a rare gift as he joins with her court
Never forget, though, these lovers entwined
This is a triumph we can all get behind:
Some creatures may exist for no purpose at all
The lion, his strength roars out in his bright call
While the sloth, she is home to so many of the small
It fits more than one way, you know, small and tall,
Ride along by your heart, to show love conquers all;
Patience and faith reward loyalty, above all.
This could have been tragic, but instead it’s come sweet
By these hands come in joining, two hearts shall beat;
Rare upon rare when the heart makes accord
with duty divine, liege-sworn, all above-board;
Together you’ll walk each new stride of this ward
and as for me I give welcome to my lady’s new lord.
Written By Luna
April 19, 2017, 9:50 p.m.(4/20/1006 AR)
And a piece of me breaks watching you hold another.
I think I made a mistake calling you a lover.
I am the deepest secret,
perhaps even your regret.
How could we raise children,
when we cannot acknowledge we've never met
Oh my love, how my heart yearns for you
My body burns for you..
Until I am nothing but Ash
I think I made a mistake calling you a lover.
I am the deepest secret,
perhaps even your regret.
How could we raise children,
when we cannot acknowledge we've never met
Oh my love, how my heart yearns for you
My body burns for you..
Until I am nothing but Ash
Written By Mira
April 19, 2017, 8:41 p.m.(4/20/1006 AR)
When the Rivers run Red, Demons shall never be Fed. ...Look for the Blade in the Rock. I wonder what that means.
Written By Lazarus
April 19, 2017, 8:14 p.m.(4/20/1006 AR)
Let me read you a message I received from the voice of Grayson, Princess Cara Grayson;
"Master Mercier," The princess begins, as you expect from a polite company - but it quickly takes a turn for the worse. "We would kindly request that you desist from your war profiteering, lest you find your family bearing unusual amounts of censure on the matter --" War profiteering, censorship. We? "Particularly as rationing is a very real concern and may well affect your business soon enough." The voice continues, affect my business soon enough? House Mercier has no business. We have been committed to the cause since long before the threat was at our gates. Even the Grayson can tell you this. So I do not understand the basis for this 'threat'. Let us continue, "And to forestall the inevitable protestation, please be advised that in the middle of a siege, with dead and the forces of darkness all around us, the very last thing in the world I wish to have to deal with is the Mercier family yet again setting tongues wagging while they line their pockets." I do not anything needs to be said, "Cara - Voice of Grayson."
Written By Serafine
April 19, 2017, 4:19 p.m.(4/20/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Talen
I really do enjoy this side of my sister you've brought out. Now the whole world can see it and marvel at the adorable, acerbic, witty little twat I've had the pleasure of knowing my whole life.
Written By Eleyna
April 19, 2017, 2:54 p.m.(4/20/1006 AR)
If anyone in the Velenosa Estate notices that there is a strong smell of burnt wood or other strong scents from the Paragon Wing, don't be alarmed. There was a tiny, minor, very small accident involving an experiment. I swear, I didn't think the mixture would CATCH ON FIRE. But all is well. Nothing harmed except a table and a wardrobe. We needed a new one anyway.
I thought it best to move to a room at the Hundred Cities since it's probably going to take that long to air out the smell.
I thought it best to move to a room at the Hundred Cities since it's probably going to take that long to air out the smell.
Written By Gisele
April 19, 2017, 2:17 p.m.(4/20/1006 AR)
Fifteen years ago, I was prepared to take my vows as Godsworn after training to become a priest. I meant to follow in my grandfather's footsteps and those of my brothers and sisters, both by blood and by faith. Instead, I let myself be talked out of it /by/ myself. I took no vows, and ran away to become an illuminator and book binder.
It was not a decision I regretted until some months ago, when I came to reflect on my place in this world. But I didn't act on it. Not until recently.
Aurum Texts has been my life. More than that. It was the only child I ever had. It was mine. Every pane in the windows, every board in the floor. I knew it down to the grain. And, knowing it, I filled it with the fruits of my craft. Books, materials, the few simple but well-loved personal items I've collected through the years. My clothing. My life, and that of my apprentice.
It burned. It's gone. It was the place I sheltered from the world and the demon Knight burned it all, with Tivathy inside. My past and his future, charred. Ashes.
The letters pile up but I can't answer them. People have reached out but I can't speak to them. My life. His. Gods.
It was not a decision I regretted until some months ago, when I came to reflect on my place in this world. But I didn't act on it. Not until recently.
Aurum Texts has been my life. More than that. It was the only child I ever had. It was mine. Every pane in the windows, every board in the floor. I knew it down to the grain. And, knowing it, I filled it with the fruits of my craft. Books, materials, the few simple but well-loved personal items I've collected through the years. My clothing. My life, and that of my apprentice.
It burned. It's gone. It was the place I sheltered from the world and the demon Knight burned it all, with Tivathy inside. My past and his future, charred. Ashes.
The letters pile up but I can't answer them. People have reached out but I can't speak to them. My life. His. Gods.
Written By Samantha
April 19, 2017, 1:44 p.m.(4/20/1006 AR)
Today I woke up with my husband to be at my side, and was promptly whisked away by the lady servants who seem to be taking this as their opportunity to make me their personal dress up dolly, bless them. Bathed and brushed and plucked and painted and all manner of things. I can see the decorations going up from outside the window - banners of Deepwood and Lyonesse hanging down, ribbons streaming from the spot where we will take our vows. The raptors will be on display, and I only hope Judge doesn't eat his flower garland before the actual ceremony.
My dress is beautiful. Aurora Thornburn is a magical woman, making such creations seasilk and able to accomodate my desire to honor both Deepwood and Lyonesse in the embroidery. It's the last thing I'll put on today, before I step out onto the veranda and take my first steps toward the rest of my life.
Today we do not exchange rings, but the stones that will be fitted into them. This is so we can both have one designed to our taste. It's not quite the Oathlands tradition, but close enough to it that Rymarr feels it reflects his homeland. I hold the emerald in my hand, fingers rubbing it slightly now and again, like a sort of worry stone. I have nothing to fear, though. No reason to worry.
Today I build my family.
My dress is beautiful. Aurora Thornburn is a magical woman, making such creations seasilk and able to accomodate my desire to honor both Deepwood and Lyonesse in the embroidery. It's the last thing I'll put on today, before I step out onto the veranda and take my first steps toward the rest of my life.
Today we do not exchange rings, but the stones that will be fitted into them. This is so we can both have one designed to our taste. It's not quite the Oathlands tradition, but close enough to it that Rymarr feels it reflects his homeland. I hold the emerald in my hand, fingers rubbing it slightly now and again, like a sort of worry stone. I have nothing to fear, though. No reason to worry.
Today I build my family.
Written By Eirene
April 19, 2017, 12:08 p.m.(4/20/1006 AR)
I hate having to stitch myself up. Ouch.
In other news, if anyone ever wondered why my coats are embroidered, it's to hide the patching and repair jobs done to my armor.
In other news, if anyone ever wondered why my coats are embroidered, it's to hide the patching and repair jobs done to my armor.
Written By Agnarr
April 19, 2017, noon(4/20/1006 AR)
It still watches. Damn this wound.
Written By Harper
April 19, 2017, 11:45 a.m.(4/19/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Magpie
Cheer up, Buttercup!
( This message brought to y'by the gal already in her cups. Suggestin that Maggie should get in his f'a whiles.
'Sides, yer a Culler, man. )
Unless you wanna fight instead of drink?
( This message brought to y'by the gal already in her cups. Suggestin that Maggie should get in his f'a whiles.
'Sides, yer a Culler, man. )
Unless you wanna fight instead of drink?
Written By Magpie
April 19, 2017, 9:57 a.m.(4/19/1006 AR)
I applaud the good foresight of the crown on ensuring that our ships in the harbor are that much safer.
Though I know some of my fellow captains will find being continuously searched and waylaid by inspections to be akin to getting a rudder jammed up their rear I encourage them to think of the greater good here. It would be far too risky to check for bringers at the gates leaving the harbor. Far better to get them at the source, on the ships themselves. Inconveniencing the ship captains that are risking their boats and their lives to get supplies in is a small price to pay to avoid some unpaid tariffs, after all.
I wonder if we'll get compensation for lost cargo that rots in the hold while we wait in line for our turn for our ships to be worked over like a silk in a shady alley.
Though I know some of my fellow captains will find being continuously searched and waylaid by inspections to be akin to getting a rudder jammed up their rear I encourage them to think of the greater good here. It would be far too risky to check for bringers at the gates leaving the harbor. Far better to get them at the source, on the ships themselves. Inconveniencing the ship captains that are risking their boats and their lives to get supplies in is a small price to pay to avoid some unpaid tariffs, after all.
I wonder if we'll get compensation for lost cargo that rots in the hold while we wait in line for our turn for our ships to be worked over like a silk in a shady alley.
Written By Magpie
April 19, 2017, 8:32 a.m.(4/19/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Aureth
I'm starting to worry that Aureth is taking to his new holy life too literally.
He also told me that the demon they faced was invisible. How are we supposed to fight things that can't be seen? I'm starting to rethink the poetry approach. Maybe we *can* bore them to death. What other options do we have?
He also told me that the demon they faced was invisible. How are we supposed to fight things that can't be seen? I'm starting to rethink the poetry approach. Maybe we *can* bore them to death. What other options do we have?
Written By Talen
April 19, 2017, 8:20 a.m.(4/19/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Ford
God damn it, Barbara.
(Now filed under the right stacks in the Vellichorian Archives)
(Now filed under the right stacks in the Vellichorian Archives)
Written By Ainsley
April 19, 2017, 3:25 a.m.(4/19/1006 AR)
I have never felt so angry, disappointed, and helpless in my entire life. Gods above. Where did I go wrong? It is time to turn my heart to stone. It is time to cut my heart from my chest. Love, apparently, can die.
Written By Darren
April 19, 2017, 1:34 a.m.(4/19/1006 AR)
It needs not be said, but there will be no banning of whiskey in the Redrain ward.
Drink up, everyone. We have a war to fight. Enjoy your vices while you can.
Drink up, everyone. We have a war to fight. Enjoy your vices while you can.
Written By Darren
April 18, 2017, 11:17 p.m.(4/18/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Donella
Of all the things I thought I'd hear you say.
I've never appreciated words more.
I've never appreciated words more.
Written By Katarina
April 18, 2017, 11:16 p.m.(4/18/1006 AR)
{Translated Roughly from the journals Katarina penned in Eurusi}
# A comet circling 'round his star
# Her compliance it sought after,
# Before he kissed her, for life's sake
# Despised her, love withered away
#
# No one knows, no, no, no, no
# That we're desecrated, distorted
# No place too safe, our lives astray
#
# Where the worlds converged
#_ So effortlessly it curved
##_ Fates were undecided, wherein
NN#p Destinies lay unfulfilled.
40NNh_
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JLE5@WRNp_
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"0^#-LJ_9"NNNMp__ {Interlude of the Cosmos}
a0,3_j_j_9FN@N@0NMp__
j L 6 9""Q"#^q@NDNNNMpg____ ____
# A comet circling 'round his star
# Her compliance it sought after,
# Before he kissed her, for life's sake
# Despised her, love withered away
#
# No one knows, no, no, no, no
# That we're desecrated, distorted
# No place too safe, our lives astray
#
# Where the worlds converged
#_ So effortlessly it curved
##_ Fates were undecided, wherein
NN#p Destinies lay unfulfilled.
40NNh_
4JF@NNp_
JLE5@WRNp_
_F`@q4WBN@Np_
"0^#-LJ_9"NNNMp__ {Interlude of the Cosmos}
a0,3_j_j_9FN@N@0NMp__
j L 6 9""Q"#^q@NDNNNMpg____ ____
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