Written By Serafine
Dec. 1, 2016, 2:40 a.m.(4/7/1005 AR)
.... why the -fuck- is there dog shit in my room?
I swear to Gods if this is from that yapping little gray rodent Eleyna is calling a pet these days-
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
What an unhelpful ass.
Written By Eos
Dec. 1, 2016, 12:12 a.m.(4/6/1005 AR)
Someday, I may best my sister with the sword, but today was not the day. Still, I walked away from her instruction and our spar a little stronger with the sword than I was when I walked into it, paid for with aches and bruises.
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.
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)
Did you love me? Were you frightened for me? Were you frightened of me? What were you running from?
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.
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)
Books. There are books everywhere in my waking hours, when I am not sitting in the taverns or at the dockside. I am beginning to hate the smell of paper and ink. Fruitless pieces of history.
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.
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)
Naturally, the first time upon meeting the prestigious Mistress Greyhope, I would have thought that it would a perfect situation for conversation: the event honoring Jayus at the shrine.
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.
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)
I doubt my father expected me to be the one out of his progeny to be appointed as a councilor to the Crown, and yet it is now so. The circumstances which led to it happening are just as strange...
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.
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
Today I learned I can fight a lion.
I also learned I cannot fight a lion and a knight at the same time.
Yet.
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)
Well.
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.
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
A member of the Whisper House, properly educated and seasoned, is one of the greatest assets and companions that anyone of power can be lucky enough to experience. A skilled courtesan enhances every event and every conversation he or she is a member of. Courtesy and manners are his or her watchwords, and a courtesan is as clever and knowledgeable as he or she is beautiful, without the need to boast about either. They pour oil on troubled waters where required, and are never out of place in comportment, sophistication, or respect.
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.
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)
Oh, Arx, splendid city of Kings and Queens,
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.
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.
Written By Eirene
Nov. 30, 2016, 11:06 a.m.(4/5/1005 AR)
In retrospect, why is it when I get sloppy fall down drunk I feel that wearing a dress is the height of hilarity?
Written By Niamh
Nov. 30, 2016, 10:09 a.m.(4/5/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Benjamin
He always seems disappointed that I'm not injured when just visit. I think the good surgeon may be growing bored.
Written By Niamh
Nov. 30, 2016, 10:03 a.m.(4/5/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Felix
A weaponsmith that knows a sword isn't just a tool. When he asked me what story I wanted to tell, I knew this was the right smith.
Written By Preston
Nov. 30, 2016, 1:18 a.m.(4/4/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Larissa
I can not pretend to understand the House of Whispers, but they are respected and well educated. They have their own calling as I have mine.
I will gladly learn from the Mistress Larissa what can be taught, so the better servant am I to the Faith.
Praise Vellichor.
I will gladly learn from the Mistress Larissa what can be taught, so the better servant am I to the Faith.
Praise Vellichor.
Written By Silas
Nov. 30, 2016, 12:38 a.m.(4/3/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Anze
He isn't as vicious as his brother is in combat, but I suspect he's better at conversation. A little bit.
He is definitely one to watch.
He is definitely one to watch.
Written By Bethany
Nov. 29, 2016, 10:28 p.m.(4/3/1005 AR)
Sitting amidst the ruination of where a once grandiose library stood, tithing a quiet moment of inner thought and reflection to Vellichor while I pen this. I am thinking about how much time it must have taken, years upon years of work, to go after so much information. To collect up and store it all so carefully - without ever once considering that it would all be destroyed at some point. That pains me to consider. Clearly, the pursuit of knowledge comes at such a high price. A fool wouldn't consider the risks, the costs. I do.
Written By Anze
Nov. 29, 2016, 9:02 p.m.(4/3/1005 AR)
It's odd how such a small change can feel so wildly different. You do the same thing over and over and over and it becomes second nature. A part of your very being. It becomes as familiar to you as walking - a thing you don't even think about. But have you tried walking with a blister? All the sudden you can't think of anything else. You become distracted and the simplest thing you took for granted all the sudden becomes a major focal point. Easy natural movements are no longer so easy and so natural, and you find yourself
I know it's for my protection - or maybe it's for someone's peace of mind - but it's still distracting, and in a lot more ways than one.
I know it's for my protection - or maybe it's for someone's peace of mind - but it's still distracting, and in a lot more ways than one.
Written By Samantha
Nov. 29, 2016, 3:58 p.m.(4/2/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Runa
What an incredibly sharp, astute mind. Her aid will be invaluable, as will her friendship.
Written By Myrinda
Nov. 29, 2016, 3 p.m.(4/2/1005 AR)
I wasn't present for whatever is between that sea fox and the harmless lump of a Mercy but I will weigh in to say--
This hardly seems like the appropriate forum for this fight!
[The scribe notes, the Mistress Myrinda could hardly stop cackling as she said it.]
This hardly seems like the appropriate forum for this fight!
[The scribe notes, the Mistress Myrinda could hardly stop cackling as she said it.]
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