Written By Kima
Dec. 4, 2016, 1:39 p.m.(4/17/1005 AR)
Awash in such things, it is important to take stock of the little moments. The things that, in the swirl of chaos, are like deep-rooted trees of calm. For me, one such instant was the spar with my brother much earlier in the week. It reminds me of old times, when I yearned for life's grand adventure. You see, the more things change, the more important it becomes to have that which remains the same. The bond with a brother, for example.
Unshakeable ground on which to walk.
How many of us have lost a loved one? Too many. Not through life's natural causes, or accidents, but through malicious acts. If seem akin to the doom-saying prophet covered in ash, then so be it, but the worst is yet to come. So hold on to your loved ones, those that remain.
And mistake me not - I do not tell anyone to cower, but to gird themselves.
I come now to my last point: I am now a member of the Low Council. Politics are not my strong suit, the gods only know. Yet this isn't meant, in theory, to be entirely the realm of verbal sparring. It is meant to be a means of doing, of enacting plans. To any and all who might be wondering at why one such as myself was nominated, I care not to justify with wheedling words of ink. Instead, I hope to prove myself through action.
Written By Costas
Dec. 4, 2016, 1:31 p.m.(4/17/1005 AR)
Who can say why the gods do what is done? Perhaps She found my simple offering unworthy of the blessing I asked. Or perhaps She tests me, or simply takes in advance of what She shall give. Though I suspect (and hope) it is the last, this is as far as I will meditate on Her intentions. Whatever the reason, Her dreadful punishment came in the form of a dream most premonitory. In the dreamscape I walk amidst a flock of shrikes, those little birds I have come to admire so thoroughly. They swoop and flutter round, beaks laden with wriggling prey. Laughing, I follow them to a bush where I know they will alight to conduct their grim ritual. But it is not a thistle. In stead of long, sharp thorns there are little flowers shaped like bells, the bruised purple of a sky before storm. Landing among the wide leaves the shrikes release their catch, now only drawn to the small black berries that hang lustrous and ripe with promise of sweetness.
In the dream I try to raise my voice in alarm, to warn them that which shines is poison, but find I have no voice at all. My little friends gorge themselves, devouring all that they can find. I cannot summon the strength to move, only bearing witness as they fall one by one to the ground. Motionless, eyes vacant, beaks stained wine-red. For a long time I stare at the pattern of their corpses in the dust but I am no haruspex. Can find no meaning. The dream ends as I too take a handful of the berries into my mouth and, laying myself down amidst my departed companions, crush the ripe flesh between my teeth. They are as sweet as promised; more so, I think to myself in the final moment, for the touch of oblivion renders all things into sharp contrast.
Lying in bed this morning I recalled one of the old salt-stained tomes from my collection. Included in its philosophical musings was a contradiction on the art of oneiromancy, the interpretation of dreams as divine guidance. The author claimed our sleeping reveries are but the rational mind's reordering of the contents of our experience. Random strands of our past woven together into a tapestry without meaning, and only the foolish thereafter ascribe some purpose, born of their own hopes or fears. Though I respect the logic I am too superstitious to dare hold the opinion in much esteem. Be it a warning or my Lady of Wave's acknowledgement of the winds I have tacked sail to, She made me as I am, and I shall do as I was made to do.
Written By Aislin
Dec. 4, 2016, 1:21 p.m.(4/17/1005 AR)
There have been occasional companions on one expedition or another, and friends I've made along the way. But in general? I've traveled alone.
I'd forgotten how pleasant it can be, sometimes, to have a few people with you. To not have to do everything yourself. And especially when everyone has their own varied skills; there's a sense of balance to the traveling party you never have when it's just one—or even two—with shared interests exploring together.
Lady Eirene, Lady Kima, Lord Victus, Archlector Orazio. Not necessarily the traveling party I would have traditionally chosen for that recent trip. And yet it worked well; we achieved our goals and returned safely. Maybe we'll have a chance to do so again, sometime.
Written By Anze
Dec. 4, 2016, 12:57 p.m.(4/17/1005 AR)
Although it will be kind of disappointing if I find out it is all true because I wont be able to participate. Maybe its best not to know...
Written By Sylvie
Dec. 4, 2016, 12:43 p.m.(4/17/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Niccolo
And I believe my parents would be proud, that I am continuing the not-so-formal tradition of providing friendship to Velenosa.
What is it that has been said? Something along the lines of 'Zaffria serves Velenosa as the wind serves the flower, carrying its seed to places it would be unable to reach without.'
Written By Sylvie
Dec. 4, 2016, 12:37 p.m.(4/17/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Talen
Well, once again, the Sword of Lenosia bleeds rather handsomely, as I managed to nick him with the borrowed blade more on accident than any purpose.
Written By Sylvie
Dec. 4, 2016, 12:34 p.m.(4/17/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Donrai
I can honestly say that I wish I had more time to spend in the company of the man. He is sharp, intelligent, and so experienced. I do not say this only because he called me charming and bold, but because the man, in his own way, is as charming and as bold; many people likely miss that given his appearance and his unwavering stares.
Written By Sylvie
Dec. 4, 2016, 12:30 p.m.(4/17/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Harlan
It reminds me often of how different our cultures are, we who mingle in Arx. The Compact is strengthened by our differences, as I hope my relationship to Lord Harlan and the Ashfords will be.
Written By Eirene
Dec. 4, 2016, 12:29 p.m.(4/17/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Kima
Written By Eirene
Dec. 4, 2016, 12:26 p.m.(4/17/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Aislin
Written By Eirene
Dec. 4, 2016, 12:24 p.m.(4/17/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
Written By Julea
Dec. 4, 2016, 4:35 a.m.(4/16/1005 AR)
In my drunken state in my arrival, I seemed to have rented a room at a place called the Spirits, it looks fancy and it even has a bed. I slept on it the first night, but have been using the furs on the floor since. Too worried I'll mess it up and I'll get charged cleaning or something.
And I hate to think what it's doing to my meagre savings. I'm going to need to find somewhere more suitable, before I've not enough to rent some time on a forge. And if I can't do that, then .. well this whole trip is for nought. Or mostly.
Also, a Princess has invited me to tea. I didn't bring clothes for such affairs. I think if I got it mended my green dress might still fit me. It isn't much but it's going to have to do. I can't even imagine what she'd want me for. Perhaps to chastise me for insulting half the nobility of Arx. Do they hang people for that? This trip might prove to be very short if so.
Assuming I'm not hung, the plan remains the same. Rent out some time on the forge, produce some examples of my work, sell and make profit, and send back home to father.
Julea Sanguine
9am, 16th of April, 1005 AR.
Written By Bethany
Dec. 4, 2016, 2:50 a.m.(4/16/1005 AR)
Thoughts for tea blends:
To intellectual engagement with a thorny wit. A bouquet of fine red roses juxtaposed against the keen edge of hot spices and smoke.
To the breath of wild and tangled. Dried herbs, resinous needles, roots and the suggestion of damp and rich earth. Perhaps an undercurrent of honest mint.
Written By Cara
Dec. 4, 2016, 2:45 a.m.(4/16/1005 AR)
By the time I made it home we were both all over in mud, soaked through and covered in brambles.
I'll have to make sure she gets an extra treat for putting up with me, poor dear.
Written By Bethany
Dec. 3, 2016, 11:53 p.m.(4/15/1005 AR)
(For shame. No, I had no such thought.)
However, I read the book of Uncommon Prayer and committed the following to memory so that I could transcribe it to my journal:
Prayer Against Nightmares
May Jayus touch my eyes to seal them against dark visions;
May Jayus touch my mind to seal it against weakness;
May Jayus touch my heart to seal it against fear;
May Jayus touch my dreams to open them to clarity;
Eyes, mind, and heart bring dreams;
Mine I consecrate to Jayus.
Written By Leona
Dec. 3, 2016, 10:36 p.m.(4/15/1005 AR)
My blade, now.
I will carry both. But, the Crown's Defender is mine. Without the history or the sadness of loss attached to it. I shall write a new story with it, Gloria willing.)
--and stepped into another shop, The Storied Blade. I met the Lady Fidante (walking blossom of scandal) and Mistress Hana. The former provided me with a piece of excellent advice: revel in one's reputation.
It was only slightly more proper than my previous interaction at Ferron Arms and Armor.
Written By Ida
Dec. 3, 2016, 9:56 p.m.(4/15/1005 AR)
When Lady Regent Dawn asked, I could not say no, despite all my protestations about such things. What came to mind was a quote His Grace, Prince Edain, shared with me, that his sister had shared with him once upon a time. It's not mine to share here, but I heeded it and hope I manage to serve the Lady Regent in this regard both faithfully and with honor. To say I am humbled by her trust in me hardly suffices.
Written By Ida
Dec. 3, 2016, 9:50 p.m.(4/15/1005 AR)
I met Lady Niamh Greenmarch first of all, who came to visit. What an amazing and interesting woman! I truly hope to cross paths with her again soon.
A woman who used so, soooo few words, a Mistress Aslaug, commissioned a dagger shortly after. I'm nearly done with that as of this writing, even.
His Grace, Prince Edain, Lord Damon (whose shiner I still proudly sport from the melee - and who was happy to remind me of it) and even /the/ Dame Leona also stopped by for a bit. I had not met her before, but the sword she carries is unmistakable. There are hardly words enough to describe my honor and enjoyment speaking with them all.
I also met Master Aksel, who the Duchess Nadia recommended me to. I've been sketching a weapon for her recently and her sending him to me means a great deal. He is the Sword of Stonedeep and the heirloom weapon he carries is breathtaking. I am excited to craft the greataxe he commissioned. He told me a wonderful story as well, which I think I will try to have turned into a small book at Mistress Gisele's shop. I find myself rather charmed.
Written By Aislin
Dec. 3, 2016, 9:49 p.m.(4/15/1005 AR)
It's not that I don't appreciate a good intellectual puzzle, mind you; this has certainly been something to keep my mind active for months. And months. And months.
And I am definitely making progress in attempting to translate them! My talent for languages proving to be useful is actually a bit gratifying.
But I swear, I may need to take a break in a bit. Just to clear my brain for a week.
Written By Aslaug
Dec. 3, 2016, 8:19 p.m.(4/15/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Kieran
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