Written By Max
April 17, 2017, 12:21 a.m.(4/15/1006 AR)
I finally got a little rest. It was good. Now, back to work.
Written By Harper
April 17, 2017, 12:14 a.m.(4/15/1006 AR)
Adult hugging. The hell's that supposed to...
Oh. Sorry, Scholar.
Mind if I borrow a Thesarin-o-thingy? A thesaurus, that's it.
(The entry ends abruptly.)
Oh. Sorry, Scholar.
Mind if I borrow a Thesarin-o-thingy? A thesaurus, that's it.
(The entry ends abruptly.)
Written By Leta
April 17, 2017, 12:02 a.m.(4/15/1006 AR)
I went out to see my folk, and they are safe and sound for the time being, not counting my brother, who keeps going to the Lowers for drink and such and maybe a sweetheart. But that's fine.
I've not been doing much, between helping some folk or another on their patrols, or doing a job or two for coin. Folk still need guards and such in these days, perhaps more than usual even. Some think a bit much of themselves, though. It would be bad for business if they were to read this, but I don't think any Bringer or demon lord's going to care enough to send killers after them. But if they've got the coin, I've got the steel. I ought to get back to practice more, though, it's been a while since I've had a good workout.
I've not been doing much, between helping some folk or another on their patrols, or doing a job or two for coin. Folk still need guards and such in these days, perhaps more than usual even. Some think a bit much of themselves, though. It would be bad for business if they were to read this, but I don't think any Bringer or demon lord's going to care enough to send killers after them. But if they've got the coin, I've got the steel. I ought to get back to practice more, though, it's been a while since I've had a good workout.
Written By Freja
April 16, 2017, 11:59 p.m.(4/15/1006 AR)
The voice rang out over the forest, a tempestuous thunder that attempted to shake snow down from the mountains.
But mother mountain had roots that ran deep, older than this seasonal storm still in its spring.
The wind whipped through the crags, echoing through caverns that time had long since forgotten, and yet mother mountain did not stir.
Attention was held by the tempest, for it was the loudest and demanded to be paid heed like a petulant child.
The thunder had its hour, its time upon the stage, but died as quickly as it had been born while mother mountain remained as she always had.
But mother mountain had roots that ran deep, older than this seasonal storm still in its spring.
The wind whipped through the crags, echoing through caverns that time had long since forgotten, and yet mother mountain did not stir.
Attention was held by the tempest, for it was the loudest and demanded to be paid heed like a petulant child.
The thunder had its hour, its time upon the stage, but died as quickly as it had been born while mother mountain remained as she always had.
Written By Stefano
April 16, 2017, 11:59 p.m.(4/15/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Niccolo
Where would I be without House Velenosa and Archduke Niccolo? Well, on the road as a Knight of Solace but I don't hold it against my liege or his family. The Archduke taught me to fight as a child and House Gilden remains a loyal and staunch ally and vassal of House Velenosa. We are a small family with few holdings but Archduke Niccolo has shown nothing but respect and so as ever he and House Velenosa will retain my respect and affection.
Written By Stefano
April 16, 2017, 11:57 p.m.(4/15/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Isabetta
My cousin Isabetta is a huntress of great skill. She is also a close friend and ally and my voice. I will need her at my side if I am to rule Caith successfully.
Written By Stefano
April 16, 2017, 11:56 p.m.(4/15/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Calista
The impressive new Duchess of Tor, Calista Fidante is growing into her role well. We shae a little in common in regards to the lack of expectation of rulership and while she rules a duchy and I only a barony, I feel there is some common ground there.
Written By Serafine
April 16, 2017, 11:48 p.m.(4/15/1006 AR)
I am trying to figure out words that rhyme with 'Serafine'. For a friend. Can you help me scholar?
[There's several words crossed out and written in, the list is now:]
parafine
[and then a bunch of made up words that end in '-fine']
[There's several words crossed out and written in, the list is now:]
parafine
[and then a bunch of made up words that end in '-fine']
Written By Freja
April 16, 2017, 11:48 p.m.(4/15/1006 AR)
Finally, a marriage prospect. A tragedy it is demonic. Literally.
Written By Serafine
April 16, 2017, 11:46 p.m.(4/14/1006 AR)
Patrol. Scowl. Talk. Hug. Patrol. Kiss. Hug. Adult hugging. Kiss. Sleep. And then somewhere in that, I sleep.
Written By Blacktongue
April 16, 2017, 11:34 p.m.(4/14/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Eleyna
If I had ever a daughter, I imagine she would be something like you.
"And thus they whittled away the whims of the fools that surround them,
For how cruel is it to let the dolts stand whole, unbroken and astounded?
When the day ends and we have our pounds of flesh, sardonic stratagem,
What jovial glee we shall have as they flee, tails tucked and absconded."
"And thus they whittled away the whims of the fools that surround them,
For how cruel is it to let the dolts stand whole, unbroken and astounded?
When the day ends and we have our pounds of flesh, sardonic stratagem,
What jovial glee we shall have as they flee, tails tucked and absconded."
Written By Niccolo
April 16, 2017, 11:32 p.m.(4/14/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Stefano
I still remember the sword lessons I gave Stefano when he was younger. He showed promise back, then I have to wonder how he's kept up with his training. I haven't had a chance to sit down with him properly since he arrived to the city, but I'm hoping to rectify that as soon as we're both able to make the time for it. Perhaps in the next day or two.
Written By Niccolo
April 16, 2017, 11:28 p.m.(4/14/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Isabetta
Stefano and Isabetta are both recently arrived to the city. I've had a chance to spend more time with Isabetta, but I'm hoping to remedy that with Stefano soon enough. Isabetta is still getting used to the city, as she says, she kept being sent after criminals trying to escape in the wilds around Caith. I think she will do very well here, although it does bring me sadness that she did not have a chance to see Esera. We've spoken some about my daughter, though, and it's good to see her good friend trying to honor her trough her actions.
Written By Niccolo
April 16, 2017, 11:25 p.m.(4/14/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Ford
I haven't had a chance to catch up properly with Ford yet. Considering what we will be facing soon, I intend to remedy that. Perhaps over a bottle of wine or whiskey. If anything, I need to thank him for showing up to that event that I hosted with Mistress Mailys. He was certainly a good sport.
Written By Esoka
April 16, 2017, 11:19 p.m.(4/14/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Shadow
The Compact-born speak of Prodigals as if we were all the same. One amorphous tribe out in the wildlands. Not thousands of tribes, thousands of tongues that do not speak with each other. It insults me. And yet, when I find another who bent the knee and knows the weight of that, my instinct is to embrace him as a brother. We are nothing alike, yet share much. I pray he is successful in his attempt to fight the darkness that surrounds us. And I wonder how like him I was, when I first bent the knee. Is that wildness still in me? I pray is it, somewhere, even if time has smoothed the edges. For I love the part of me that is like this.
Written By Karadoc
April 16, 2017, 11:11 p.m.(4/14/1006 AR)
Funny how one can share such thoughts with another, but have no common ground otherwise between you. And by funny, I mean ridiculous.
Written By Karadoc
April 16, 2017, 11:09 p.m.(4/14/1006 AR)
Times are troublesome indeed. It is strange... When I have to be a voice of reason. Worse still, when that wisdom is seen as malicious, when it is altruistic. An unusual trait for me... Perhaps I am coming down with something...
I blame the lack of wine.
I blame the lack of wine.
Written By Estaban
April 16, 2017, 11:08 p.m.(4/14/1006 AR)
Endless alone lost at sea
It's a never ending chore to
Keep my head above these waters
I've never feared before
The sun has taken its toll
The salt runs in my veins
I've never feared before these
Waters I've grown to hate
Will I live to see tomorrow?
Or will I die in this watery depth?
The sea is calling me
My will to live is stronger than
These tides could ever be
The sea is calling me
Why won't I let these waters
Claim me victory?
I long for the place where the
Winds and the tide tear at the shore
But in the twilights of my dreams
The fire rages on
Endless alone lost at sea
It's a never ending chore to
Keep my head above these waters
I've never feared before
It's a never ending chore to
Keep my head above these waters
I've never feared before
The sun has taken its toll
The salt runs in my veins
I've never feared before these
Waters I've grown to hate
Will I live to see tomorrow?
Or will I die in this watery depth?
The sea is calling me
My will to live is stronger than
These tides could ever be
The sea is calling me
Why won't I let these waters
Claim me victory?
I long for the place where the
Winds and the tide tear at the shore
But in the twilights of my dreams
The fire rages on
Endless alone lost at sea
It's a never ending chore to
Keep my head above these waters
I've never feared before
Written By Fortunato
April 16, 2017, 11:07 p.m.(4/14/1006 AR)
Sketches. About a fourth of them scribbled out. Unhelpfully. Blotches on a scrap of mosaic-ed floor. Cracked window, or mirror. Shading ambiguous. Burning huts, soot-stained woman, man, child fleeing, smoke trailing from their battered-singed clothing. A closed door with a shattered latch. Shapeless shadow drifting across still water. A cat clinging to the back of a dog, a rat clinging to the back of the cat, balance, precarious. Faceless man with white flag raised.
Near the bottom. Sun over sudden jut of peak. Bright ramparts hit by literalized, outlined sunlight. Helm left on the wall edge, bright with sunlight, sunlight. A sketched out flame. Wind-tousled leaves. A man with his arm in a sling places stones in a decayed road.
Near the bottom. Sun over sudden jut of peak. Bright ramparts hit by literalized, outlined sunlight. Helm left on the wall edge, bright with sunlight, sunlight. A sketched out flame. Wind-tousled leaves. A man with his arm in a sling places stones in a decayed road.
Written By Blacktongue
April 16, 2017, 11:05 p.m.(4/14/1006 AR)
My father he shouted, "He needs to be clouted, his teeth on a wreath I'll hand him!"
My mother she cried as she rushed to my side, "You're a brute and you don't understand him!"
So they sent for a witch with a terrible twitch to ask how my future impressed her. She took one look at me and cried, "He, he, he, he, he, he, he, he, he, *HE*! What else could he be but a jester?"
A jester? A jester? A funny idea, a jester. No butcher, no baker, no candlestick maker, and me with the look of a fine undertaker impressed her as a jester? But where was I to learn any comical turn? It was not in a book on a shelf. No teacher to take me, to mold me and make me a merryman, fool or an elf.
But I'm proud to recall that in no time at all, with no other recourses but my own resources, with firm application and determination... I made a fool of myself!
My mother she cried as she rushed to my side, "You're a brute and you don't understand him!"
So they sent for a witch with a terrible twitch to ask how my future impressed her. She took one look at me and cried, "He, he, he, he, he, he, he, he, he, *HE*! What else could he be but a jester?"
A jester? A jester? A funny idea, a jester. No butcher, no baker, no candlestick maker, and me with the look of a fine undertaker impressed her as a jester? But where was I to learn any comical turn? It was not in a book on a shelf. No teacher to take me, to mold me and make me a merryman, fool or an elf.
But I'm proud to recall that in no time at all, with no other recourses but my own resources, with firm application and determination... I made a fool of myself!
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