Written By Victus
Nov. 6, 2016, 5:31 p.m.(1/18/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Max
I knew the boy from he was about this (...the Lord Victus indicates to me about chest high...) so tall, when he first came to serve aboard my ship. It didn't take all that long for me to determine that the little shit was going to have his own ship sooner rather than later.
He was quick, he was able, and he didn't cower before a storm. Whether it was Mangata calling it or came in the shape of men.
He may hate the responsibilities of rulership, but I like him better than I did his brother, so as far as I'm concerned the elder Darkwater did us all a favor by getting killed.
Well, all of us but Maximilian.
He was quick, he was able, and he didn't cower before a storm. Whether it was Mangata calling it or came in the shape of men.
He may hate the responsibilities of rulership, but I like him better than I did his brother, so as far as I'm concerned the elder Darkwater did us all a favor by getting killed.
Well, all of us but Maximilian.
Written By Edain
Nov. 6, 2016, 5:26 p.m.(1/18/1005 AR)
Sir Leonard of Cohen was a famed bard of the Oathland's. This is somewhat lost to history, but he was known more for lyrical poetry than he was for having a lovely singing voice himself. There is one of his songs that has survived, and is perhaps sung but just about every knight at some point when he has had to much to drink and he wants to make their lord or lady swoon. My brother Prince Velen especially liked to sing this to Princess Marian, often drunk, at state dinners, while my father would sigh in exasperation. It is catchy to myself and I will admit, I sometimes hum it to myself when I remember him. I think what this song means is entirely up to the interpretation of the listener, but I have always thought it was about how love is messy, frustrating, heart crushing, and still worth every moment. So I thought I would share what were my brother's favorite verses:
I've heard there was a secret chord, Lagoma made for Vellichor.
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this: The fourth, the fifth. The minor fall, the major lift.
The humbled knight composing Hallelujah.
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah.
Your sword was strong but you needed proof. You both crossed blades on the roof.
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you.
She tied you to a kitchen chair. She broke your throne, she cut your hair.
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah.
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah.
Maybe I've been here before. I know this room, I've walked this floor.
I used to live alone before I knew you.
I've seen your flag on the marble arch. Love is not a victory march,
It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah.
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah.
There was a time you'd let me know What's real and going on below.
But now you never show it to me, do you?
Remember when I moved in you? The Holy Dove was moving too.
And every breath we drew was hallelujah.
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah.
Maybe there are Gods above. And all I ever learned from love
Was how to strike down someone who outdrew you.
It's not a cry you can hear at night. It's not somebody who's seen the light.
It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah.
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
I've heard there was a secret chord, Lagoma made for Vellichor.
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this: The fourth, the fifth. The minor fall, the major lift.
The humbled knight composing Hallelujah.
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah.
Your sword was strong but you needed proof. You both crossed blades on the roof.
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you.
She tied you to a kitchen chair. She broke your throne, she cut your hair.
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah.
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah.
Maybe I've been here before. I know this room, I've walked this floor.
I used to live alone before I knew you.
I've seen your flag on the marble arch. Love is not a victory march,
It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah.
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah.
There was a time you'd let me know What's real and going on below.
But now you never show it to me, do you?
Remember when I moved in you? The Holy Dove was moving too.
And every breath we drew was hallelujah.
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah.
Maybe there are Gods above. And all I ever learned from love
Was how to strike down someone who outdrew you.
It's not a cry you can hear at night. It's not somebody who's seen the light.
It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah.
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Written By Victus
Nov. 6, 2016, 5:22 p.m.(1/18/1005 AR)
I'm not a duelist.
But I do not let other men fight for my honor. That is for women and weaklings and the cowards.
Or Lords of Houses that can ill afford succession on matters little importance, I suppose. A general does not lead from the front if he wants to stay a general long. The front is where men go to die.
I'll say one more thing of duels to the first blood: They're not very satisfying.
But I do not let other men fight for my honor. That is for women and weaklings and the cowards.
Or Lords of Houses that can ill afford succession on matters little importance, I suppose. A general does not lead from the front if he wants to stay a general long. The front is where men go to die.
I'll say one more thing of duels to the first blood: They're not very satisfying.
Written By Kima
Nov. 6, 2016, 5:13 p.m.(1/18/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Max
I won't waste ink on what is surely being written about by many others. Instead, I want to talk about the new friend I made, Count Maximilian Darkwater. Can we waste ink by bolding Darkwater? Make it look a touch more...dastardly?
Thank you, Scholar.
To whit, I met this dread Count at the Ebb and Flow in the company of Princess Jaenelle and Lord Victus Thrax. I freely admit, I tried to steal his sausage. I missed, unfortunately, but he was a good sport about it and offered me more. He talks a lot. Much more than either Victus or Abbas. Which is wonderful, as a woman can only talk and talk and talk for so long before she needs more than a grunt or a flat stare to get by.
We then made a bet, which I lost, but only because I foolishly misunderstood. (I'd never bet AGAINST Victus, that is preposterous). But a loss is a loss and I am a woman of honor. Drinks on me, at the Hundred Cities Bed and Bordello.
And yes, it goes without saying he's easy on the eyes. I don't befriend men who aren't.
Thank you, Scholar.
To whit, I met this dread Count at the Ebb and Flow in the company of Princess Jaenelle and Lord Victus Thrax. I freely admit, I tried to steal his sausage. I missed, unfortunately, but he was a good sport about it and offered me more. He talks a lot. Much more than either Victus or Abbas. Which is wonderful, as a woman can only talk and talk and talk for so long before she needs more than a grunt or a flat stare to get by.
We then made a bet, which I lost, but only because I foolishly misunderstood. (I'd never bet AGAINST Victus, that is preposterous). But a loss is a loss and I am a woman of honor. Drinks on me, at the Hundred Cities Bed and Bordello.
And yes, it goes without saying he's easy on the eyes. I don't befriend men who aren't.
Written By Edain
Nov. 6, 2016, 5:03 p.m.(1/18/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
So, Lord Victus. He is every negative stereotype of the Thrax 'men of the sea.' He is violent, gruff, foul mouthed, rude, and he has a very selective memory when it comes my tastes in art and instead projects his own ideas of 'good art' on to me. Ok that last part is a long story, never mind that. Here's the thing though, he owns who he is. He does not make apologies, and he doesn't have time for our crap. Sure he's an asshole, but it doesn't come from a place on insecurity to prove he is the strongest one there is. He simply isn't afraid to be what he is. Like is a strong word, but I cannot help but respect him for that.
Written By Silas
Nov. 6, 2016, 4:47 p.m.(1/18/1005 AR)
Mother has sent us one of the pups she bred last spring. Apparently she found him irresistibly affable and couldn't stand to sell him like the rest of his siblings, but feared she didn't have time to care for him with father being as ill as he is.
The city is a poor substitute for an open field, but we'll make due. I'm sure he'll be popular.
The city is a poor substitute for an open field, but we'll make due. I'm sure he'll be popular.
Written By Darren
Nov. 6, 2016, 4:44 p.m.(1/18/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Niccolo
Duke Niccolo of House Velenosa and I have not had many opportunities to chat. But on those few occassions that we do, I always walk away with an understanding that he is a logical man who has great care for his House. At the very least, we seem to share many of the same thoughts and ideals, and look forward to growing a friendship with the man as we move forward into the future.
Written By Lazarus
Nov. 6, 2016, 4:08 p.m.(1/18/1005 AR)
Work into the garden has gone well. The Grayson's continual support of our business made it clear that the garden should be inside their ward. Horatio invested in the place and installed a lab on the garden's ground. We brought a couple transplants from the homestead and they are taking well inside the nursery. I am excited for what the future holds for us.
Written By Calypso
Nov. 6, 2016, 3:45 p.m.(1/17/1005 AR)
The three way duel.
It was some several evenings ago now but I really think it is important to document such events. I had a duel between the Sword of Tor, Lord Dante Fidante and the Knight of Scrolls, Lord Damon Wyrmguard. Above all tests of skill, this was a test of strategy. How do you fight when there are two people trying to kill you and in the end only one of three can be left standing? What can be done to make alliances and keep them strong in a battle?
The fight started off equal, everyone seemed to be hitting left and then right striking in event strokes against each other. I wanted to test the idea of mid-battle alliance so I gave a nod to Lord Damon to help team up with me and knock Lord Dante out of the fight. Instead, foolish man, he made the choice to fight against me harder. Luckily I was able to defend, but in the mean time while his focus had switched to me only, Lord Dante was able to take advantage of that and help me finish Lord Damon off.
At that point, Lord Dante and I were in an even match. Both exhausted, both wounded and on equal footing. It was a matter of luck to see which blow would finally strike the other one out of consciousness. In the end, it was my strike that finished the fight. They both fought well, but Lord Damon made a mistake in going against the plan.
This was a lesson in the necessity of early alliance and cooperation. I have more work to do on this front and the time for me to do it in is swiftly closing. Its time to move.
It was some several evenings ago now but I really think it is important to document such events. I had a duel between the Sword of Tor, Lord Dante Fidante and the Knight of Scrolls, Lord Damon Wyrmguard. Above all tests of skill, this was a test of strategy. How do you fight when there are two people trying to kill you and in the end only one of three can be left standing? What can be done to make alliances and keep them strong in a battle?
The fight started off equal, everyone seemed to be hitting left and then right striking in event strokes against each other. I wanted to test the idea of mid-battle alliance so I gave a nod to Lord Damon to help team up with me and knock Lord Dante out of the fight. Instead, foolish man, he made the choice to fight against me harder. Luckily I was able to defend, but in the mean time while his focus had switched to me only, Lord Dante was able to take advantage of that and help me finish Lord Damon off.
At that point, Lord Dante and I were in an even match. Both exhausted, both wounded and on equal footing. It was a matter of luck to see which blow would finally strike the other one out of consciousness. In the end, it was my strike that finished the fight. They both fought well, but Lord Damon made a mistake in going against the plan.
This was a lesson in the necessity of early alliance and cooperation. I have more work to do on this front and the time for me to do it in is swiftly closing. Its time to move.
Written By Esera
Nov. 6, 2016, 3:30 p.m.(1/17/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Myrinda
I am forced to admit I know far less about fashion than Myrinda Grayhope does. It is fair to say I know very little about fashion at all. But I do know that fashion is a weapon sharp as any blade -- in the Lyceum, and at Court. Through fashion, we create and recreate ourselves. Through fashion, we are illusion, and we are legend. There are few women in Arx so capable of illusion as Myrinda Grayhope, and so I have offered my patronage, and she has accepted.
Written By Darren
Nov. 6, 2016, 2:15 p.m.(1/17/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Donella
What does it mean to have courage? To have 'guts'? Is it truly just the ability to open your mouth and say what it is you feel, regardless of the consequences? Perhaps. It certainly seems like that's the way of things at the moment. But I still believe that true courage is shown better in the silent acts. This includes both actions that are performed, as well as those that could have been, but are resisted instead.
Not all acts of courage are blatant. But then again, not all acts or speeches are courageous.
Not all acts of courage are blatant. But then again, not all acts or speeches are courageous.
Written By Talen
Nov. 6, 2016, 2:13 p.m.(1/17/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Sylvie
The cooler head of the Zaffria-Rubino pair. Charming, dangerously so. The kind of person you want to have on your side. Part of the family of vassal Lyceum provinces.
Written By Talen
Nov. 6, 2016, 1:38 p.m.(1/17/1005 AR)
I nearly burnt the silks I own in a fire today. Someone told me to give them away instead. I'm such a nice guy.
Written By Talen
Nov. 6, 2016, 1:22 p.m.(1/17/1005 AR)
It is time to design a new set of armour. The hassle of sending everything from Lenosia to Arx is simply too much. I have set a man out to source exotic hides for the leatherworker.
I have yet to decide if I wish to pair it with rubicund or not. There certainly is an appeal to blending red and black.
Perhaps it's too forthright in appearance, however.
Decisions, decisions.
I have yet to decide if I wish to pair it with rubicund or not. There certainly is an appeal to blending red and black.
Perhaps it's too forthright in appearance, however.
Decisions, decisions.
Written By Hammar
Nov. 6, 2016, 11:24 a.m.(1/17/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Ianthe
Joscelin friend Ianthe. Hammar meet once with Joscelin, then when Hammar was go to beaches to take bath, Ianthe was go to beaches, so Hammar got to know Ianthe better. Hammar think Ianthe try scare Hammar away because she say she mean. Hammar not get scare easy, so Ianthe maybe need try harder scare Hammar. Hammar be Ianthe friend now.
Written By Fergus
Nov. 6, 2016, 11:15 a.m.(1/17/1005 AR)
Everyone has their reasons for hating someone or something. I myself have a pretty strong dislike for abandoned or Shav's as I've fought them for much of my life in war and just little boundary battles. It's been a while now I've been told of one person's dislike for others, and I must say it makes a lot of sense once it was all spelled out to me. I can say I've had less reason to dislike people.
Written By Fergus
Nov. 6, 2016, 11:12 a.m.(1/17/1005 AR)
Ulf rode into town at my request for him to check the roads from Farhaven to Arx. Ulf is one of those men that a guy wants beside him when in war, I should know, he was at my right hand side in battle for many years. Those of you reading who don't understand, most men are right handed, so if you carry a shield, it is on your left arm, which means you are unprotected on your right side. Ulf is the guy you intrust your life on. Big ugly bastard that carries a morningstar. Might just have to keep him around Farhaven if things are going to start getting hot around the city.
Written By Max
Nov. 6, 2016, 7:44 a.m.(1/16/1005 AR)
Well. This is a start.
Prince Valarius apparently reads. Thats good. And he reads my journal! I am so terribly flattered. Here I am, hardly in town and he follows my musings so religiously.
He doesn't really -like- them, which I admit I entirely expected. That was the point, after all. To give him cause to chafe. To make him sore, like a pebble in the boot. In the presence of comfort, no man moves.
And now he moves. He shows promise. He even started insulting me. He needs work - nothing some time at sea with a crew of real sailors could not fix - but I almost wished I had a sister that his jibe about her making him breakfast would have found good home.
I find myself almost liking this man. I have concern for his hobbies, as they led Alrec so astray...
But at least this prince wishes to fight. This is a good sign.
Prince Valarius apparently reads. Thats good. And he reads my journal! I am so terribly flattered. Here I am, hardly in town and he follows my musings so religiously.
He doesn't really -like- them, which I admit I entirely expected. That was the point, after all. To give him cause to chafe. To make him sore, like a pebble in the boot. In the presence of comfort, no man moves.
And now he moves. He shows promise. He even started insulting me. He needs work - nothing some time at sea with a crew of real sailors could not fix - but I almost wished I had a sister that his jibe about her making him breakfast would have found good home.
I find myself almost liking this man. I have concern for his hobbies, as they led Alrec so astray...
But at least this prince wishes to fight. This is a good sign.
Written By Silas
Nov. 6, 2016, 7:07 a.m.(1/16/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Juliet
I can spend hours conversing with Lady Juliet Fidante without growing bored, which is a talent which shouldn't go underestimated. I am surprised she would even entertain the likes of me for so long.
Written By Donella
Nov. 6, 2016, 5:06 a.m.(1/16/1005 AR)
I have concerns. Look. Right here between my eyebrows. Can you see them? These concerns came upon me with her highness Isolde Velenosa's visit, and now I cannot get rid of them.
Subdued all evening, I go back to my dead mama's knee for the first lesson: when you do not know what to do, don't speak; listen. I hope that I will be forgiven, when others hear and read what I have heard and read tonight, for not feeling up to a gala.
When I think of all that is in the Archive, all that could be in the archive, all that was burnt shut up in vaults and closed into folios... maintained, but untouched. What good does it do, to make records of things that must not be forgotten, and then not read them, and teach them to our children? Men die, but they also speak what they know while they live.
Long before there was reading and writing, there were was a palace of words built in the mind. There be treasure.
Subdued all evening, I go back to my dead mama's knee for the first lesson: when you do not know what to do, don't speak; listen. I hope that I will be forgiven, when others hear and read what I have heard and read tonight, for not feeling up to a gala.
When I think of all that is in the Archive, all that could be in the archive, all that was burnt shut up in vaults and closed into folios... maintained, but untouched. What good does it do, to make records of things that must not be forgotten, and then not read them, and teach them to our children? Men die, but they also speak what they know while they live.
Long before there was reading and writing, there were was a palace of words built in the mind. There be treasure.
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