Written By Juliet
Oct. 19, 2016, 8:12 a.m.(11/18/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Prospero
It's complicated. He cares for me, I think? I hope? I certainly care for him. He's been a wonderful support, he's never asked anything of me that I wouldn't give him. Our minds are alike in more ways than they differ, I think, which is interesting. Easily one of my favourite cousins, all things considered.
Written By Morrighan
Oct. 19, 2016, 6:28 a.m.(11/18/1004 AR)
There will be a day, sometime in the future, where I'll properly educate Joscelin on the importance of fine whiskey. (And work on her tolerance, girl needs it.) I should probably mention to her that if she needs to get rid of some fabulous spirits, I'll gladly take them. All of it. Don't let it go to waste spilled or dumped out - that will drive a woman to do things. Unspeakable things. Just give me the whiskey, lady.
Written By Joscelin
Oct. 19, 2016, 3:43 a.m.(11/18/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Viktarkim
I'm of a mind to agree with the illustrious Prince Fergus.
Written By Joscelin
Oct. 19, 2016, 3:29 a.m.(11/18/1004 AR)
What is it with men and their whiskey? -Honestly-. They'll brush off kindness and love and tender care but a spilled bottle of whiskey will drive them to their knees, weeping, faster than anything else.
It's almost enough to make a person do something desperate. Like dump the bottle down the drain.
Not that I would. Morrighan would -kill- me.
It's almost enough to make a person do something desperate. Like dump the bottle down the drain.
Not that I would. Morrighan would -kill- me.
Written By Calista
Oct. 19, 2016, 2:54 a.m.(11/18/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Darren
Affable, charming, gracious; refined savagery. I would be remiss if I did not liken Prince Darren to the other wild and feral men of Farhaven, but there is nothing uncivilized about him.
The Prince joined Lady Margot and myself at the Menagerie for an evening stroll and brought along his companion; A great big muzzled bear. Admittedly, I felt a touch of fear slink down my spine but trusted Darren to be able to keep the beast contained. Rumor has it all Redrains can wrestle bears. I felt as though I was in good hands.
The Prince joined Lady Margot and myself at the Menagerie for an evening stroll and brought along his companion; A great big muzzled bear. Admittedly, I felt a touch of fear slink down my spine but trusted Darren to be able to keep the beast contained. Rumor has it all Redrains can wrestle bears. I felt as though I was in good hands.
Written By Calista
Oct. 19, 2016, 2:47 a.m.(11/18/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Dawn
Words do not do Lady Dawn justice. I can see why His Majesty is so fond of his half-sister. She is not only brilliant but witty and a delight. I would implore everyone to take afternoon tea with Lady Dawn.
Though we have only met once, the potential for friendship has been written through letters for some time now. I am thankful we were both able to carve out time from our very hectic social schedules in order to meet. I look forward to more afternoon tea time and perhaps next time bring a bottle or two of wine from Tor.
Though we have only met once, the potential for friendship has been written through letters for some time now. I am thankful we were both able to carve out time from our very hectic social schedules in order to meet. I look forward to more afternoon tea time and perhaps next time bring a bottle or two of wine from Tor.
Written By Viktarkim
Oct. 18, 2016, 8:36 p.m.(11/17/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Calypso
Lady General Malvici - another veteran fighter though I saw Prince Fergus hand her ass to her as soundly as he thrashed me, in the Training Center. She took her licks with grace, fought hard, didn't whine when she'd been beaten as bloody as myself. I respect that and I think I like her.
Written By Viktarkim
Oct. 18, 2016, 8:28 p.m.(11/17/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Gabriel
Duke Gabriel Bisland is veteran fighter, Lady Dawn's foster father, and Duchess Iona's husband. He seems no-non sense. A man whom I know to respect for what he's done for House Grayson.
Written By Viktarkim
Oct. 18, 2016, 8:24 p.m.(11/17/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Natalia
Grayson Princess, very -correct- and prim. Talks a lot, likes to get her way. Didn't like it at all when I wouldn't answer all of her prying questions.
Written By Viktarkim
Oct. 18, 2016, 8:22 p.m.(11/17/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Fergus
-Prince- Fergus Redrain is a hard man, a seasoned soldier and a damned good fighter. I learned that anew today when he challenged me in the Training Center and proceeded to completely kick my ass until I could not get up. But then he was more civil to me then he's yet been and even handed my scabbarded sword back to me. He may strongly dislike me, but he's nonetheless a crusty son of a bitch I respect. Not thankfully the enemy I was wary he'd be, for he could have easily killed me if he'd been of a mind to do so.
Written By Fergus
Oct. 18, 2016, 7:21 p.m.(11/17/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Calypso
Lady General Calypso Malvici. She's much like myself, doesn't beat around the bush, says or asks exactly what she wants to have said or asked. We first met in the training center and she asked if I led the Redrain armies, I informed her I was the Sword, and a warrior more than a leader of armies. She then wanted to test just how good of a warrior I was. She lost, but took a fair deal of damage. Probably someone I should look up in the future for an interesting conversation.
Written By Aldwin
Oct. 18, 2016, 6:09 p.m.(11/17/1004 AR)
I spent the morning and much of the afternoon tending to those who required it at the House of Solace. It's a good reminder that no matter what titles we might give ourselves, we are still godsworn, and still in service to the people of this realm.
That, however, isn't the lesson I want to capture today.
While walking through the back room I heard an older man cry out, "Mercy! Mercy!" Thinking he had just seen the white of my robes and wanted a healer, I went to kneel beside his bed.
"Mercy! Mercy!" he cried, but I could see now his eyes were closed, his skin flushed with fever. I took his hand to hold to provide what comfort I could. I could feel the strength still there, the calluses from decades holding a blade.
For an hour I knelt there, saying prayers, mopping his brow with a cool cloth. He never woke. His voice went hoarse from his cries for mercy.
Finally he wheezed out his last breath, a whispered, "Thank you," before his last rattle. His face relaxed, his body went limp. I heard a clatter on the floor. A small medallion of Tehom had fallen to the floor when his hand had finally unclenched.
This was a sobering reminder that Lagoma is not the only of our gods that can grant mercy. As much as healing might be a mercy, it is not the only one. Sometimes it is death we pray for.
I found out that the old man was Sir Jenry. He had served for forty years, defended the helpless, the weak. He had fought Shavs to reclaim territory for his liege. Sir Jenry had given a tithe to the church and a fed the poor in the Lower Boroughs. He was a man worth remembering. A man who had started life as a pig farmer and ended it as an inspiration to over a dozen squires-turned-knight in his lifetime.
That, however, isn't the lesson I want to capture today.
While walking through the back room I heard an older man cry out, "Mercy! Mercy!" Thinking he had just seen the white of my robes and wanted a healer, I went to kneel beside his bed.
"Mercy! Mercy!" he cried, but I could see now his eyes were closed, his skin flushed with fever. I took his hand to hold to provide what comfort I could. I could feel the strength still there, the calluses from decades holding a blade.
For an hour I knelt there, saying prayers, mopping his brow with a cool cloth. He never woke. His voice went hoarse from his cries for mercy.
Finally he wheezed out his last breath, a whispered, "Thank you," before his last rattle. His face relaxed, his body went limp. I heard a clatter on the floor. A small medallion of Tehom had fallen to the floor when his hand had finally unclenched.
This was a sobering reminder that Lagoma is not the only of our gods that can grant mercy. As much as healing might be a mercy, it is not the only one. Sometimes it is death we pray for.
I found out that the old man was Sir Jenry. He had served for forty years, defended the helpless, the weak. He had fought Shavs to reclaim territory for his liege. Sir Jenry had given a tithe to the church and a fed the poor in the Lower Boroughs. He was a man worth remembering. A man who had started life as a pig farmer and ended it as an inspiration to over a dozen squires-turned-knight in his lifetime.
Written By Fergus
Oct. 18, 2016, 5:21 p.m.(11/17/1004 AR)
It's been years since I've gotten the pleasure of slaughtering a Shav. Well, it was more or less a less than bloody slaughter. Viktarkim should stick with the bow or whatever else he is good at. I fear he has the same luck as his instructor, Sir Silas in fighting me. He cannot hit, but does quite well absorbing hits.
Written By Fergus
Oct. 18, 2016, 5:10 p.m.(11/17/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Viktarkim
Shav. I think I am probably one of the ones in the city that doesn't like him. Or at least that is how I gather it, as everytime Viktarkim is around, people seem to like him, I dont. I tried being nice to him lately, but i think I nulled that when I took him up in a spar and utterly beat the living shit out of him. Maybe I'll try to be nicer next time.
Written By Viktarkim
Oct. 18, 2016, 1:49 p.m.(11/16/1004 AR)
I'm not much for putting down these things but in the past weeks, I have won both a brawling contest hosted at House Redrain, and now the Archery Tournament that won me an amazing recurve bow made of rubicund. I've secured a place as soldier, archer, and scout for House Grayson, and I have made friends and allies, and teachers. For my first month in this city I fare very well. Better than I could have hoped, yet there is still much to do to get prepared to best serve this House.
Written By Calypso
Oct. 18, 2016, 10:59 a.m.(11/16/1004 AR)
It has taken a few weeks of being back in the great city of the Compact to get my barrings. And with out my brother's direct guidance on who I should speak to and where I should set my focus I've had to do a bit of that on my own. But there are others here I can lean on. Kima and Eos have both been incredibly useful to me. She with her social finesse and he with his hardened solider' mind. Yes I expect to be spending a great deal more time with Eos.
We have a plan. Well, the inkling of a plan at least. I intend to reach out to every military commander in the Compact. Get to know them and the strengths and weaknesses they possess. I can't say why I feel this way so strongly but I think the time of infighting and blood feuds will soon be behind us. I would be a fool to think it will come to an end entirely, but I have an inkling that there is something more on the horizon. And when that something more rears its head I will not be caught unprepared.
We have a plan. Well, the inkling of a plan at least. I intend to reach out to every military commander in the Compact. Get to know them and the strengths and weaknesses they possess. I can't say why I feel this way so strongly but I think the time of infighting and blood feuds will soon be behind us. I would be a fool to think it will come to an end entirely, but I have an inkling that there is something more on the horizon. And when that something more rears its head I will not be caught unprepared.
Written By Silas
Oct. 18, 2016, 7:46 a.m.(11/15/1004 AR)
Prince Edain has sent me Sir Roland the Great Horned Owl to dispense of the rodent menace in my shop.
I hope my apprentices heed my command to stop poking at him.
I hope my apprentices heed my command to stop poking at him.
Written By Selene
Oct. 18, 2016, 5:44 a.m.(11/15/1004 AR)
About Rook Grayward: He truly is very helpful, and a nice target for flirtatious banter. No. Seriously. He takes great interest in the welfare of Whisper House and was the one who made arrangements for armed escorts, to be available when needed to all members of our House. I enjoy my interactions with him, and heed his counsel occasionally.
Written By Natalia
Oct. 18, 2016, 4:03 a.m.(11/15/1004 AR)
It has been a slower day on my social calendar, but I do not find myself fretting. I have managed to secure the dresses for myself, Lou and Dawn for Mason's event. I feel scandalous just looking at it, but it shall be wonderful. I worry that Lou might stab me over hers.
I have found the bedroom is finally mine. It took only a little smile here and a pout there, but now the largest bedroom in the Mansion is solely mine. I know this is not a battlefield victory, but it is a victory that I deserve nonetheless. Also, my wardrobe has been completed and life is most wonderful.
Today's lesson was that men will talk about swords and war the moment two or more are gathered. Not that the Grayson women are any better. We all know how to fight in our own ways. I am filling out my social calendar and it is just glorious. Every day is still filled with new people that I have met. New stories to hear. I met one of the clothiers today as well. Oh but a life is charmed when it is mine.
I have found the bedroom is finally mine. It took only a little smile here and a pout there, but now the largest bedroom in the Mansion is solely mine. I know this is not a battlefield victory, but it is a victory that I deserve nonetheless. Also, my wardrobe has been completed and life is most wonderful.
Today's lesson was that men will talk about swords and war the moment two or more are gathered. Not that the Grayson women are any better. We all know how to fight in our own ways. I am filling out my social calendar and it is just glorious. Every day is still filled with new people that I have met. New stories to hear. I met one of the clothiers today as well. Oh but a life is charmed when it is mine.
Written By Lou
Oct. 18, 2016, 2:52 a.m.(11/15/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Natalia
My cousin wishes to have me for tea.
Tea. Not so bad as being dragged to salon, but really?
I countered with inviting her to my archery practice. She agreed. I still feel it may be a trap.
And she sent me an outfit. Someone must have told her what I wore to Mason's story night. Except this one... has kittens on it.
Don't tell anyone. I might like it.
Tea. Not so bad as being dragged to salon, but really?
I countered with inviting her to my archery practice. She agreed. I still feel it may be a trap.
And she sent me an outfit. Someone must have told her what I wore to Mason's story night. Except this one... has kittens on it.
Don't tell anyone. I might like it.
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