Written By Cicero
March 5, 2017, 9:56 a.m.(1/13/1006 AR)
Heavier than a mountain
Some can't bear the weight.
Written By Abbas
March 5, 2017, 9:54 a.m.(1/13/1006 AR)
This day each week I feel compelled to write. I have no desires, except this day -- to ever write. But when I wake there is a dull urge in the back of my head that transitions into some drivel or another.
I loathe paperwork. I don't mind maps. Strategy. Battle. And steering headfirst into a foul wind with axe in hand. But I loathe expressing myself in this manner. Except this day.
A strange thing.
A world of demons and elves. Of blood magic. Strange tides ahead.
Written By Cicero
March 5, 2017, 9:53 a.m.(1/13/1006 AR)
Brave the danger and the cold
Thrown overhand down.
Written By Ophelia
March 5, 2017, 8:28 a.m.(1/13/1006 AR)
Written By Selene
March 5, 2017, 8:04 a.m.(1/13/1006 AR)
While love eludes me, I still find myself warm at night and my pocket full. Is it worth it?
Time to find more serious pursuits to find more serious men.
Written By Ophelia
March 5, 2017, 8 a.m.(1/13/1006 AR)
Written By Luca
March 5, 2017, 7:35 a.m.(1/13/1006 AR)
But neither should a break from the boredom, pain, confusion, and grief be such a sweet temptation that I'm willing to brave that sobriety just for chance at the _doing_ of something! That's not a good sign either in my opinion, though I suspect others who care about me would rather see me that way.
What happened to the lazy Luca who couldn't be bothered to do the things?
Do I want him back?
Written By Valery
March 5, 2017, 7:07 a.m.(1/13/1006 AR)
Family sounds like such a big word.
And everybody uses it so easily.
But what's exactly a family?
People that share blood and a name?
People that share a bond and love and care for each other?
I've seen how 'family' makes people angry, when they feel it's been offended. Violent. Illogical.
So why do I feel I'm missing something?
Written By Joslyn
March 5, 2017, 4:44 a.m.(1/13/1006 AR)
Is this city getting to me? Life was so easy and carefree before I arrived, and now I can hardly witness something pure and beautiful without worrying of dread and loss.
Written By Leta
March 5, 2017, 2:40 a.m.(1/13/1006 AR)
It was good fun, and the arena was a thing to behold. A whole ship and a pool full of water, built right for it. Maybe I ought to be a pirate, but I don't know a thing about sailing.
I nearly froze my rear off in the water, as I didn't think to bring a spare set of clothes or take off my boots. I won some writs that ought to come in handy. Then I also won another thing, and that's some time with Prince Cicero Velenosa, who gifted me with a piece of steelsilk for my win.
It's a wonderful thing. I'd never seen any before, much less touch it, and now it's mine. It's hardly enough for anything other than looking pretty. But I've got a right to dream of things.
Written By Octavia
March 5, 2017, 2:16 a.m.(1/13/1006 AR)
Written By Preston
March 5, 2017, 2:12 a.m.(1/13/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Alaric
May the Compact prosper beneath his leadership and may he rise with the support of the gods to be once again strong.
Written By Deva
March 5, 2017, 1:36 a.m.(1/13/1006 AR)
Written By Jasher
March 5, 2017, 1:18 a.m.(1/13/1006 AR)
Written By Gabriel
March 5, 2017, 12:25 a.m.(1/13/1006 AR)
His Majesty remains weak after such a trial, and it may be sometime until he is strong enough to return to the rule of his realm. Until such a time I, Gabriel Bisland, will continue to act as his Voice. Access to His Majesty will remain restricted until he is deemed strong enough to take on visitors and further duties, but all rejoice, for your Monarch has returned to you.
Duke Gabriel Bisland
Regent of the Compact
Written By Rymarr
March 4, 2017, 11:34 p.m.(1/13/1006 AR)
Written By Percephon
March 4, 2017, 11:17 p.m.(1/13/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Eirlys
Written By Acacia
March 4, 2017, 11:11 p.m.(1/13/1006 AR)
Bloody Gods, it was freezing cold, but it was exhilarating at the same time and I'd do it again without a thought. For entertainment and good will, it was perfect.
Mistress Leta was fantastic. I thought I was doing pretty good, but she'd just fly past. She was made for this kind of thing, really. I can't help but be a little envious.
I'm rather glad that Lord Franco and Orathy didn't end up tripping everyone on the way out though. It was good seeing the blood rushing through my Not-Uncle in the way it was and Lord Franco's a sight of his own.
Overall, it was a great success. But then again, I'm always a huge fan of the things Princess Jaenelle puts on.
Written By Gaston
March 4, 2017, 11:09 p.m.(1/13/1006 AR)
Written By Esoka
March 4, 2017, 10:52 p.m.(1/13/1006 AR)
I am in a strange sea, and I feel the coming storm. Gloria, send me strength that I may face it with honor and resolve. I do not feel adequate for it, but I shall try to forge my body into a weapon that can stand against it. I pray it is enough. That time has made me enough of a knight for this.
I miss the Twainfort more than I thought possible. It has never felt so much home to me as it does now, that I am far from it. I pray that Petrichor sees me back to what has become my home soon enough, though I fear it shall be many days before I see it again. My duty is here now. I shall get it done. However I am called to it.
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