Written By Deva
Sept. 11, 2016, 11:38 p.m.(7/19/1004 AR)
Today I learned that saunas make my hair unbearable, even for me, and that I am comfortable only where I can drink whatever I please. I quite enjoy beach bonfires and rousing stories, though. There were so many stars. And so much sand in my boots the day after. Worth it, though.
Written By Ophelia
Sept. 11, 2016, 11:24 p.m.(7/19/1004 AR)
Dear Diary,
I know that I am so very-very bad at writing to you, but I get very caught up in the little things and I don't have that much time. Alas, I ripped the sole of my favorite pair of boots when scaling a very precarious set of stairs that may or may not of had the qualities of a tree outside of a window at the Velenosan Estate. While that and my twisted ankle mend, and since I am told that I can't run around barefoot, I will write.
Digging your toes into sand is wonderful. Luca and Deva shared this experience with me last night and I felt closer to them for it. Experiences oft color what we do with our futures, but stories can also inspire. I was disappointed that the hostess had to leave after the first story was done (and it was a great story with monsters and swords and killing), but Sir Silas made up for the fact brilliantly with an engaging one to follow about irate rabbits (the bane of bowless warriors), eight foot tall harrowing creatures who became first kills (Lord Zotikos informed me harrowing was a suitable word for ugly) and a vast quantity of angry rats who escaped mostly unharmed into the wilderness (the bane of cooks and scholars).
Princess Deva seemed troubled. If whiskey and drinks didn't immediately go to my head to produce the most cloud-like and distracting mental haze, I would have attended to her more and I need to do just that. Watching her laugh later though was wonderful. Perhaps she needs something to hunt to vent the tension or maybe someone took away her rights to shoot apples off people's heads also. That would make anyone morose. She did have the ingenious and experienced idea, though, that when books are exceptionally tedious (which they usually are), it is best to have someone read to you. I wonder if there's any who could do so while I hunt.
Yours Truly,
Ophelia
I know that I am so very-very bad at writing to you, but I get very caught up in the little things and I don't have that much time. Alas, I ripped the sole of my favorite pair of boots when scaling a very precarious set of stairs that may or may not of had the qualities of a tree outside of a window at the Velenosan Estate. While that and my twisted ankle mend, and since I am told that I can't run around barefoot, I will write.
Digging your toes into sand is wonderful. Luca and Deva shared this experience with me last night and I felt closer to them for it. Experiences oft color what we do with our futures, but stories can also inspire. I was disappointed that the hostess had to leave after the first story was done (and it was a great story with monsters and swords and killing), but Sir Silas made up for the fact brilliantly with an engaging one to follow about irate rabbits (the bane of bowless warriors), eight foot tall harrowing creatures who became first kills (Lord Zotikos informed me harrowing was a suitable word for ugly) and a vast quantity of angry rats who escaped mostly unharmed into the wilderness (the bane of cooks and scholars).
Princess Deva seemed troubled. If whiskey and drinks didn't immediately go to my head to produce the most cloud-like and distracting mental haze, I would have attended to her more and I need to do just that. Watching her laugh later though was wonderful. Perhaps she needs something to hunt to vent the tension or maybe someone took away her rights to shoot apples off people's heads also. That would make anyone morose. She did have the ingenious and experienced idea, though, that when books are exceptionally tedious (which they usually are), it is best to have someone read to you. I wonder if there's any who could do so while I hunt.
Yours Truly,
Ophelia
Written By Niccolo
Sept. 11, 2016, 11:12 p.m.(7/19/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
I originally met Mistress Joscelin Arterius at the market day hosted by Lady Dawn. I remember her jewelry, although we barely crossed a word that day. It was very busy. More recently I had a chance to share a drink with her. I found her to be entertaining, and capable of some keen insights. She seems to be a fan of Acacia, which is rather cute, I must say. I'm curious to see how she presents herself in future meetings.
Written By Niccolo
Sept. 11, 2016, 11:06 p.m.(7/19/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Anastasio
Master Anastasio Belari is a herbalist and a healer, and one that I've heard a few good things about. I finally had a chance to meet him, and if there's anything that impressed me about him is his honesty. He is pretty straightforward, which is something I can appreciate it and reminds me some of the soldiers I used to fight alongside with back home. He is seeking to open a shop, and I am considering helping him with it.
Written By Niccolo
Sept. 11, 2016, 11:04 p.m.(7/19/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Benjamin
Master Carver, I met him while at the Ambassador Salon. I was enjoying a drink with my protege and she had mentioned his name to me. She decided to invite him over. It was certainly a good decision. The man is interesting, and he does remind of Acacia, in a very strange way. He apparently is a good a surgeon, as he is a cook. I'll have to get him to cook something I can try sometime, and perhaps I'll reach out to him after the next time I spar.
Written By Leo
Sept. 11, 2016, 10:44 p.m.(7/19/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Eos
The Lord of Saik, he is a military man through and through. Aware of his family's place, he works to achieve security for Saik through is abilities.
Written By Isolde
Sept. 11, 2016, 10:39 p.m.(7/19/1004 AR)
Esera, my sweet, how do I love thee?
Let me count the ways...
With fury, and rage, and exasperation,
I do sing with the joyous tone of my love.
When confounded, frustrated, and ready to scream,
I only dance with elation.
No matter the cost of loving her,
I pay willingly, often, and with great peril
To those around me.
When bardic songs write of the bonds
Of Sister to Sister,
The world will tremble, weep, and rejoice.
- "To Esera, Love Isolde" by Princess Isolde Velenosa
Let me count the ways...
With fury, and rage, and exasperation,
I do sing with the joyous tone of my love.
When confounded, frustrated, and ready to scream,
I only dance with elation.
No matter the cost of loving her,
I pay willingly, often, and with great peril
To those around me.
When bardic songs write of the bonds
Of Sister to Sister,
The world will tremble, weep, and rejoice.
- "To Esera, Love Isolde" by Princess Isolde Velenosa
Written By Esera
Sept. 11, 2016, 10:34 p.m.(7/19/1004 AR)
I love my sister, but she drives me mad. I don't think she drives anyone else half as mad, but I also don't think anyone else loves her half as much as I do. I will probably have to buy her a castle one day.
Written By Leo
Sept. 11, 2016, 10:27 p.m.(7/19/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Aurora
A clothier of exceptional skills, she has wrought exquisite pieces for commission as both gifts and in outfitting family.
Written By Rainier
Sept. 11, 2016, 10:25 p.m.(7/19/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Olivia
At least cooler heads may still prevail. I was asked to join Liv with Lady Dawn and Prince Laric in some sort of insect-retrieval expedition.
I shall go of course because I want to know more about the wild cards in this bunch but more so for I think more than bites will put us all at risk this time.
We are an uneven bunch, this group of allies. We do not know each other and riding with unknown friends can be as dire a thing as against armed enemies - in its way.
Liv is strong and she has seen a lot of pain but she has experienced little. While I hope it stays that way it is a near certainty that it shall not.
Duty or honor? Again the question vexes me.
I shall go of course because I want to know more about the wild cards in this bunch but more so for I think more than bites will put us all at risk this time.
We are an uneven bunch, this group of allies. We do not know each other and riding with unknown friends can be as dire a thing as against armed enemies - in its way.
Liv is strong and she has seen a lot of pain but she has experienced little. While I hope it stays that way it is a near certainty that it shall not.
Duty or honor? Again the question vexes me.
Written By Rainier
Sept. 11, 2016, 10:21 p.m.(7/19/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Dawn
Thankfully she is not her father. Lady Dawn does not see this, and I hope that she will.
It is difficult to make something of the woman - I think it may be because she is still shaping herself, caught between what she thinks she must become and what will happen once she's truly caught between the hammer and the forge.
It changes people. She has a small number of trustees and I hope it stays that way as it seems words still wound her; an oddity. But there are many daggers poised at that one's throat, not all of steel, and it must grate. Being a bastard doesn't help either, who knows what chip she's carried in her life.
The news she gave me are dire. I hope I can help but information gathering is far from my forte; still, we must all do as we must, and since when did whining about it help anything?
It is difficult to make something of the woman - I think it may be because she is still shaping herself, caught between what she thinks she must become and what will happen once she's truly caught between the hammer and the forge.
It changes people. She has a small number of trustees and I hope it stays that way as it seems words still wound her; an oddity. But there are many daggers poised at that one's throat, not all of steel, and it must grate. Being a bastard doesn't help either, who knows what chip she's carried in her life.
The news she gave me are dire. I hope I can help but information gathering is far from my forte; still, we must all do as we must, and since when did whining about it help anything?
Written By Rainier
Sept. 11, 2016, 10:18 p.m.(7/19/1004 AR)
The King is ill and there were updates so I went to a session expecting to get news - to hear from physicians or maybe at worst to face saddened relatives, perhaps even to witness secondary succession bids.
One must be prepared.
I was not prepared for this cacophony of *opinions* and *thoughts*, tossing fake expertise on the nature of venoms and their effects, curative or otherwise. So many unconsidered words, pieces of unsanctioned advice and pure speculation.
Lady Dawn handled herself well. I think Liv will be able to help, also, once it actually occurs to someone she is more capable than she lets on.
The Faith though, there is something brewing there. I cannot put my finger on it just yet.
One must be prepared.
I was not prepared for this cacophony of *opinions* and *thoughts*, tossing fake expertise on the nature of venoms and their effects, curative or otherwise. So many unconsidered words, pieces of unsanctioned advice and pure speculation.
Lady Dawn handled herself well. I think Liv will be able to help, also, once it actually occurs to someone she is more capable than she lets on.
The Faith though, there is something brewing there. I cannot put my finger on it just yet.
Written By Esera
Sept. 11, 2016, 10:17 p.m.(7/19/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Jaenelle
She is a sweet girl. Sweeter than my brother deserved. Sweeter than most men deserve, in truth. She came to my family from House Thrax, and though her marriage was short lived, I pray her time as a Velenosa will last much longer. Last a lifetime, if she wishes it. She is welcome among us -- more than welcome. Loved. She has my protection.
Written By Esera
Sept. 11, 2016, 10:10 p.m.(7/19/1004 AR)
I lay awake at night, and the shadows in my room grow closer. Darker. I lay awake, and I swear that they begin to move around me. I can hear my heart beat in my ears. My breath, a whisper. The night is too long. It will only get longer.
Written By Luca
Sept. 11, 2016, 8:59 p.m.(7/18/1004 AR)
I went to the bonfire. It was sandy. Heard a story that Ophelia liked. Yeah.
Written By Joscelin
Sept. 11, 2016, 8:56 p.m.(7/18/1004 AR)
A few hours ago there was a whole giggle of girls, all highborn by their clothing, tittering away as they looked at some of the items in my atelier.
This isn't unusual but they stopped to stare at one of my large object d'art, a sculpture of an obelisk about the height of a standing rabbit. I'd made it years ago in pewter and particularly adored the way I'd managed to pave` set all the little blue topazes in gradiated color, a single double line from base to tip.
Muttering occurred, soft giggles, and embarrassed laughter.
I tried to approach but another customer came in, and I was busy with him until well after they'd left, but my assistant spoke to them, asked them what they were looking for. I missed their blushing replies but made a mental not to ask later.
After my client left and the girls were long gone, I approached my assistant, who was staring at the sculpture that had gained so much attention from those twittering teens.
"Tehom's tits, boy. Did they tell you what they wanted?" I asked her.
The young man looked up at me with burning red cheeks, which isn't a surprise given how those girls ogled, and a bemused frown on his face.
"I... think so. But-" And then he told me what they wanted.
I was confused.
So that's part of the reason I've come here, scholar, thinking to make an entry in your journals while I'm at it. But maybe you can help me?
What on -earth- is a dildo?
This isn't unusual but they stopped to stare at one of my large object d'art, a sculpture of an obelisk about the height of a standing rabbit. I'd made it years ago in pewter and particularly adored the way I'd managed to pave` set all the little blue topazes in gradiated color, a single double line from base to tip.
Muttering occurred, soft giggles, and embarrassed laughter.
I tried to approach but another customer came in, and I was busy with him until well after they'd left, but my assistant spoke to them, asked them what they were looking for. I missed their blushing replies but made a mental not to ask later.
After my client left and the girls were long gone, I approached my assistant, who was staring at the sculpture that had gained so much attention from those twittering teens.
"Tehom's tits, boy. Did they tell you what they wanted?" I asked her.
The young man looked up at me with burning red cheeks, which isn't a surprise given how those girls ogled, and a bemused frown on his face.
"I... think so. But-" And then he told me what they wanted.
I was confused.
So that's part of the reason I've come here, scholar, thinking to make an entry in your journals while I'm at it. But maybe you can help me?
What on -earth- is a dildo?
Written By Dagon
Sept. 11, 2016, 8:14 p.m.(7/18/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Donella
My dear sister organized a dinner party the other day. It all went quite well and I was glad to see Jaenelle and some others there. It has me thinking that I should be more proactive about setting up some sort of event myself. The question then becomes... what? What could I do to showcase the greatness of House Thrax without overdoing it? It is a challenge I will need to think on.
For now I will remain thankful for Donella's gathering the other night.
For now I will remain thankful for Donella's gathering the other night.
Written By Rook
Sept. 11, 2016, 8 p.m.(7/18/1004 AR)
As an experiment I've decided to distribute a flyer seeking an emerald. It has no indication that I'll actually pay, just iterates my desire for one. Perhaps an anonymous benefactor or somewhat equally kindly will endeavor to quiet my yearning. I'm almost certain it'll be used in a thumb ring.
Written By Sudara
Sept. 11, 2016, 7:47 p.m.(7/18/1004 AR)
It is safe to say that I had not anticipated finding myself in this particular situation, but word has arrived from home: I have been chosen as the Truespeaker for my late husband's people. Trogen's Truesworn want me to speak for and guide them, and have furthermore chosen Tenebrae as my deputy. I suspect that more than a few waves might follow from this, but it is an immense honour for us both.
Written By Rook
Sept. 11, 2016, 7:45 p.m.(7/18/1004 AR)
I attended the storytelling function down on the beaches by the sea last night, outside of the city of Arx. In the company of Lady Dawn Grayson I sat among many of her family while they conversed. Princess Lou was there with her quiet companion, a shav, Master Vik... something. I should really brush up on my pronunciations. Perhaps I'll take linguistic lessons again. It'll keep the tongue flexible, for when it truly matters. Like pronouncing foreign names, for example.
Normally I'm a man for stories but in truth that night I was far more distracted by Mistress Sina, servant to the Thraxian royalty. As an artist she had created a rendition of a tragedy worth mourning. A vision of one of her dreams, she said. I offered to purchase it from her, a bag of 1,000 silvers. She assented-- thankfully.
All in all it was well run and relaxing. I look forward to sponsoring further gifted, creative individuals as opportunities arise.
Normally I'm a man for stories but in truth that night I was far more distracted by Mistress Sina, servant to the Thraxian royalty. As an artist she had created a rendition of a tragedy worth mourning. A vision of one of her dreams, she said. I offered to purchase it from her, a bag of 1,000 silvers. She assented-- thankfully.
All in all it was well run and relaxing. I look forward to sponsoring further gifted, creative individuals as opportunities arise.
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