Written By Leona
Dec. 1, 2016, 12:56 p.m.(4/8/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Leola
(Personal opinions aside: the more skills that I have at my disposal, the better.)
Before doing so, I need to acquire a bow...
Written By Leona
Dec. 1, 2016, 12:44 p.m.(4/8/1005 AR)
Not like this. Not in such a way.
It feels so ...
I feel so ...
... never the mind. I cannot express my emotions in any kind of coherent way without sounding like a child. Honor, strength, determination, loyalty. Those are concrete, immovable concepts that I can focus on.
I live to serve. I'll die to serve, if it comes to that.
Written By Eleyna
Dec. 1, 2016, 12:28 p.m.(4/8/1005 AR)
Written By Branan
Dec. 1, 2016, 11:56 a.m.(4/8/1005 AR)
But I had voice, ‘You have but one boot’,
Such a barren foot, such a lonely sole,
His claim; a maiden yonder found it cute,
His boot she claimed, his boot she stole.
I came upon a woman, yet I did not speak,
But had I voice, ‘You have drawn a sword’.
Such an angry woman, such a sharp blade,
Her claim; that she was startled by the lord,
Fashion and steel, the conversation of trade.
I came upon a scene, I was compelled to speak,
The lack-booted lord required of me advice,
Of which color would look best on his frame,
To true, I gave him good deed at good price,
Neither black nor blue, but a crimson flame.
I came upon a scene, I was compelled to speak,
The soft-soled Lord of the Lighthouse made ribald jest,
Of sailors and love and the stark loneliness of barren sea,
Forced to speak of myself, I did so only when pressed,
As I can speak at length and write for hours, just not of me.
I was part of a scene, and I was compelled to write,
An offer of island stewardship, I had to sadly reject,
Though it was made in good honor, truly I am blessed,
As no other employment I can take, unless checked,
No insult he took, and instead on his coin, I am dressed.
Praise be to Lord Salazar Argento for his generosity.
Poet for hire – no subject too mundane.
Written By Branan
Dec. 1, 2016, 7:24 a.m.(4/7/1005 AR)
Star-bringing darkness consumes the sky,
Time come for reflection as to not forget,
Time for quill to ink as sleep draws nigh.
From the docks unto the city, winters chill,
Wandering the shops, warm and sunny Aurora,
Finding hospitality and employments thrill,
A fine cloak to warm me made by graceful signora,
A note, a message comes, from Lady Greenmarch,
A conversation to be had, an honorarium paid,
A gift from the generous lady, for dry throat parched,
By such helpful glory, any poet may be swayed.
And yet, from homeward throne thought so distant,
The Grand Duchess Esera Velenosa heard my plea,
Penned so quick was my resume’ titled ‘assistant’,
And her response, inked so quick was ‘Come to me’.
Written By Juliet
Dec. 1, 2016, 3:51 a.m.(4/7/1005 AR)
Written By Preston
Dec. 1, 2016, 3:45 a.m.(4/7/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Natalia
I have faith in my brothers and sisters, the Templar, the only family I have ever known. I know them.
If they fail, they fell.
That is not arrogance: that is faith. If I can not have faith in the Templar, I do not understand faith at all.
Written By Leola
Dec. 1, 2016, 2:47 a.m.(4/7/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Leona
I train -horses-, hounds and hawks. She is -not- a horse. Not even close. Still. There's a certain satisfaction in teaching
Written By Leola
Dec. 1, 2016, 2:45 a.m.(4/7/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Kima
Lady Kima and I discussed the upcoming, likely, struggles. I'd assumed, when the Saiks marched, I would accompany them; I'm a fine horsewoman, and I can use a bow, I know the land and I can bind wounds well. I'd be an aid to them, I though. The Lady Kima decided to assist my training in such matters.
By chasing me around the yard with a staff while I learned to avoid it.
... how did I get bruises in those places?
Written By Serafine
Dec. 1, 2016, 2:40 a.m.(4/7/1005 AR)
I swear to Gods if this is from that yapping little gray rodent Eleyna is calling a pet these days-
Written By Lark
Dec. 1, 2016, 1:36 a.m.(4/7/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Tristan
Written By Eos
Dec. 1, 2016, 12:12 a.m.(4/6/1005 AR)
Lady Niamh was kind enough to put Sadorius through his paces prior to my lesson. He is a resilient beast, but will require a good deal more training with Mistress Leola if he is expected to survive the battlefield.
Written By Ianthe
Nov. 30, 2016, 11:24 p.m.(4/6/1005 AR)
Are my eyes like yours? My hair? Or do they resemble my father's, whoever he was?
I dream of you sometimes. In my dreams, you look a bit like Josie and you talk to me like Myrinda does, which I suppose is no surprise.
Would you be proud of what I've become? Would you be ashamed?
I am sorry that I never thought to ask these questions sooner, Mother.
Written By Sina
Nov. 30, 2016, 10:28 p.m.(4/6/1005 AR)
They tell me everything and nothing at once.
When father was alive, the books were associated with teachers. I learned from books, though not as much as I did through spoken word and action. Now, I read them and hope that I can glean information that I desire.
I do not. Day after day, I do not.
They make me miss the sea. They make me miss the Mistress. They make me miss the distant shorelines of worlds away.
Perhaps some day I will return to it all.
Written By Bethany
Nov. 30, 2016, 9:50 p.m.(4/6/1005 AR)
She dropped, ever so casually, a belt so divinely crafted that made me wonder if I could ever aspire to such heights of creativity --
(Aside: the reflecting mirror portrait that the quietly spoken maiden offered as tribute was unsettling. Ever so, but also - interesting. Arresting, in a way that I would never admit to.)
-- and, naturally, I seemed to have stepped into the coals that seem to follow the name, sometimes. Ones that flare tempers.
I will admit that I added just a touch of kindling to that fire.
It was a little satisfying.
Written By Silas
Nov. 30, 2016, 6:51 p.m.(4/6/1005 AR)
But I am thankful for the opportunity. My fate - if there is such a thing - appears to be rife with unexpected twists and turns.
This will be an awkward letter to pen.
Written By Niamh
Nov. 30, 2016, 6:37 p.m.(4/6/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Eos
I also learned I cannot fight a lion and a knight at the same time.
Yet.
Written By Branan
Nov. 30, 2016, 2:25 p.m.(4/5/1005 AR)
I had intended to get the city to open the gates of opportunity for me.
I had no idea they would open, hands would reach out and grab me, then pull me inside.
My Grand Duchess Esera is a gracious and generous lady.
I am humbled by her gift.
Written By Orazio
Nov. 30, 2016, 12:32 p.m.(4/5/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Larissa
Sadly, for Larissa, it seems the title "Whisper" is more of an aspiration. Perhaps, in a decade or two, she might grow into at least one of those qualities.
Written By Branan
Nov. 30, 2016, 12:11 p.m.(4/5/1005 AR)
The very heart and core of scholarly learning,
It is here that the play-writes lay their scenes,
And for which all learned men are yearning,
I brace you now, you, most great city of all,
I step from cruel ships deck upon your shore,
I am here, my city, to answer your sirens call,
Long was the journey from rose hipped Tor.
Long was my way, and dark was my path,
To come to this glimmering city on the hill,
Braving dangers deep and families wrath,
I have come to you, penniless, with but a quill.
Receive me now, throw wide your gates for me,
A city where artisans can make their marks,
Where scribe can pen passion play and poetry,
I come to serve you, my great city of Arx.
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