Written By Barric
Dec. 2, 2016, 4:59 p.m.(4/11/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Costas
Written By Eirene
Dec. 2, 2016, 4 p.m.(4/11/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Dawn
Who the fuck nominated me for Minister of Farming? Do I look like a gods-damned farmer? Hilarious. Send Dawn a message...
Lady Regent Dawn, blah blah titles - she's nice, make sure it sounds proper and call her a Grayson; she is one and who cares if her mother wasn't some jumped up princess too?
Nice that someone thought of me for the post but I grow my own fucking herbs and shit so I can ensure the medicines aren't screwed up by someone else. There's no way you want me to handle the kingdom's farms and production, I'd fuck that up pretty bad. But however I can help I'd be happy to, and it'd be nice to sit and talk with you - but seriously, I'm so wrong for a minister's post.
*Letter transcribed and sent*
To the esteemed Lady Regent, Dawn; born of house Grayson-
While I am pleased someone thought so highly of me to make the nomination, I fear my skills are best described as a home gardener and herbal enthusiast. Crops and agricultural management on the level of a kingdomwide scale are far out of my scope of knowledge. I will be happy to serve in whatever capacity I am able and would honored to accept your invitation, but I will openly confess I am wrong for a ministerial post.
-Lady Eirene Malvici
Written By Eleyna
Dec. 2, 2016, 1:55 p.m.(4/11/1005 AR)
Written By Eos
Dec. 2, 2016, 1:40 p.m.(4/11/1005 AR)
It's the motivation, the agenda, afterall that man fears. The secret is only a thing made unknown, a happening, a truth, a fact of life. The reasons another has found it so important as to hide it is what fractures trust and strains our ties. Some may be honorable - fear or out of concern for another, to see some great task done - but man is meant to survive, and can not do that by seeing the best in every strange thing around him. Man will see the suspect first, the thing which might harm him.
Those who cleave to secrets must weigh the value of them against the inevitable consequence as those secrets come to light, and their motivations put to question. Playing victim when those consequences call, foisting the wrong upon others, lying to even oneself about the why, trying to cast a self-serving agenda as a noble one...It is a weak and pitiful thing.
Written By Cybele
Dec. 2, 2016, 12:22 p.m.(4/11/1005 AR)
Lagoma is an intriguing god. If I were to worship like the Southerners do, I expect I should swear myself to her. Thankfully, that is not a necessity to be counted among the Faith of the Pantheon - it appears many worship all of them?
Still, as lady of liminality, as the harbinger of change and growth, granter of peace and mercy...
I can't help but feel like there are similarities to my own path.
Written By Natalia
Dec. 2, 2016, 6:22 a.m.(4/10/1005 AR)
Nothing more, that pretty much explains it all.
Written By Cara
Dec. 2, 2016, 2:55 a.m.(4/10/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Harlan
Written By Damon
Dec. 2, 2016, 2:21 a.m.(4/10/1005 AR)
What's changed? Is it me? Circumstance?
Perhaps I'll never know, and I'm just stuck like this.
Written By Max
Dec. 2, 2016, 1:56 a.m.(4/10/1005 AR)
Luck is the consequence of consistent action with proper planning.
Written By Bethany
Dec. 1, 2016, 10:22 p.m.(4/9/1005 AR)
Now, I await a reply on tenterhooks. Metaphorically, mind. Not literal.
(My elder brother is a such an enabling --
err, pardon
--encouraging force of good.)
Written By Kima
Dec. 1, 2016, 10:20 p.m.(4/9/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Costas
Why, Scholar, do you arch your brow at me?
He's an interesting chap, one I'm more than glad has been scooped up by the Malvici. Now, he may or may not feel the same about that currently, but I'll turn him into a lover of Southport and its ruling family in time.
And I'll do that for free.
Written By Kima
Dec. 1, 2016, 10:13 p.m.(4/9/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Leola
Helpful, dutiful, obedient. Needs a bit of a lesson in expressing herself, though. Now, I'm not accusing her of being without spine. Quite the opposite, in fact! Yet I find it rather strange that she should have that deep well of courage, draw from it, and still be unable to speak without sounding...
Well, sounding timid.
Unless she's just exceptionally skilled at deception. Not an impossibility, given that she is of the Lyceum.
Written By Serafine
Dec. 1, 2016, 8:45 p.m.(4/9/1005 AR)
Written By Isolde
Dec. 1, 2016, 8:15 p.m.(4/9/1005 AR)
Written By Bethany
Dec. 1, 2016, 7:46 p.m.(4/9/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Lazarus
Written By Bethany
Dec. 1, 2016, 7:45 p.m.(4/9/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Silas
Written By Cybele
Dec. 1, 2016, 7:27 p.m.(4/9/1005 AR)
We have similar rites in the Everwinter - where anyone may leave their mark in stone or wood. And there are sacred sites with hidden learning.
We do not have so many rows of scrolls and books, however. It is a little overwhelming.
Hello, nations of Arvum. I am Cybele. I hope my writings will prove of use to some.
Written By Bethany
Dec. 1, 2016, 4:16 p.m.(4/8/1005 AR)
(I don't think there is any need to address my entries. However, this is my journal to do with as I wish)
I peeked into the Vellichorian Academy today. Briefly, yet. It reminds me of you. While I thank your foresight into seeing to my education and paying so much attention to me (nurturing me in ways that the gardener sees to the garden) it does make me wish for things I ought not.
While math is a truly elegant study: numbers and equations with predictable relationships. Languages, music, and books. All rather safe outlets for an curious mind ... and yet.
(I wish to know everything.)
It would have been easier, perhaps, if I had been kept an an ignorant and pretty thing (daffodils and cornflower) with empty blue eyes and a smile that reveals nothing between my ears. Aim for nothing more than to be on the arm of a merchant husband, raise children, and run a shop until my dying days.
A simple life, certainly, but one that I could live without the desire to be ... more ... beating about my chest to the thrum of my heart like angry birds.
(Ach. That was purple prose, Beth. Terrible.)
Written By Eirene
Dec. 1, 2016, 4:12 p.m.(4/8/1005 AR)
There once was a girl from Setarco
Who could take six or seven in one go
Hand over your coin--
Actually I can't finish this. I'm too refined a lady to actually tell you the rest, Archivist. Sorry.
Written By Serafine
Dec. 1, 2016, 1 p.m.(4/8/1005 AR)
Please note that the scholars may take some time preparing your journal for others to read.