Written By Brianna
Sept. 5, 2016, 10:36 a.m.(6/28/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Talen
I'm sure the fight would have lasted longer if I'd brought all of my armor. All the same; he's quite skilled, but that's something I expected. You don't become a Sword without skill.
Likes to stir the pot, though.
Likes to stir the pot, though.
Written By Dawn
Sept. 5, 2016, 8:32 a.m.(6/27/1004 AR)
That went well, I think. Discussion, debate, revelation, and the joy of having so many of my family around me. The mansion is bursting at the seams and feels almost like Bastion did, where I was happiest. Where I could concentrate on doing the best I'm capable of for the Graysons.
When Alaric awakens, perhaps I'll return there.
But for now, I am here and content. We might differ in opinion but the care and respect we all hold for each other was very much on display when we met. My family and their supporters have again proven our words true: None Greater Than Grayson.
Another happy piece of news. I had to leave Bastion in a rush and with it, my poor faithful hound Macdon. But my kennelmaster knew I would suffer without the diversion of the packs to provide (very loud) moments away from my work. He loaded the best bitches and dogs, including my Macdon, and has brought them here where another kennel will be established at the mansion.
I am not too proud to record here for the public eye that when Macdon saw me, he was so excited that he forgot himself and knocked me to the ground where I was stepped on, whipped with his tail and subjected to rabid licking that left my face and hair covered with drool. I remember when he was whelped, I could hold him in my hands. Now, while I was away from him, he has reached his full growth and he rises taller than me when his paws are on my shoulders. I am not a small woman but my fierce, scruffy hound makes me feel so. Especially when he tries to curl in my lap as he used to do while still a puppy.
I can be truly fearless with Macdon at my side again. Though also slightly more bedraggled.
When Alaric awakens, perhaps I'll return there.
But for now, I am here and content. We might differ in opinion but the care and respect we all hold for each other was very much on display when we met. My family and their supporters have again proven our words true: None Greater Than Grayson.
Another happy piece of news. I had to leave Bastion in a rush and with it, my poor faithful hound Macdon. But my kennelmaster knew I would suffer without the diversion of the packs to provide (very loud) moments away from my work. He loaded the best bitches and dogs, including my Macdon, and has brought them here where another kennel will be established at the mansion.
I am not too proud to record here for the public eye that when Macdon saw me, he was so excited that he forgot himself and knocked me to the ground where I was stepped on, whipped with his tail and subjected to rabid licking that left my face and hair covered with drool. I remember when he was whelped, I could hold him in my hands. Now, while I was away from him, he has reached his full growth and he rises taller than me when his paws are on my shoulders. I am not a small woman but my fierce, scruffy hound makes me feel so. Especially when he tries to curl in my lap as he used to do while still a puppy.
I can be truly fearless with Macdon at my side again. Though also slightly more bedraggled.
Written By Alrec
Sept. 5, 2016, 2:35 a.m.(6/27/1004 AR)
Perhaps it is the wine but I can't help but to recall a time in my past when I was not captain or in charge of men and their ships. I was too small and scrawny to work on the deck and if you did not work, you did not eat. Stealing was too dangerous. If you were caught, they toss you off the ship and into the sharks. It was the quartermaster who suggested I go after the rats in the ship. I did not have the credit for a knife so for the first couple months it was with my bare hands that I found enough silver to buy a knife. It was a splendid little piece of metal that once belong to the ship's barber who caught a case of the scurvy and died. It was rusted from many years of no use but the quartermaster, a man with a soft heart, gave me some supplies to make her the sharpest blade. In exchange I was to cut the hair off his face. In a matter of days, I went from stalking the bowels of the ship for rats to being the ship's barber. My skills did not go unnoticed, soon captains and their officers invited me to their staterooms and bridges. The close proximity to captains and officers of merit allowed me to learn from the best until eventually I learned how to become a captain of my own ship, by cutting throats...
Still, I think about how would my life have been if I had settled for the humble profession of a barber. I wonder if I stuck with brewing my own potions, perfumes, and cologne if that would have been my true path. Maybe I should look into it.
Still, I think about how would my life have been if I had settled for the humble profession of a barber. I wonder if I stuck with brewing my own potions, perfumes, and cologne if that would have been my true path. Maybe I should look into it.
Written By Gareth
Sept. 5, 2016, 1:07 a.m.(6/26/1004 AR)
It is not often that so many Graysons and Grayson loyalists are able to come together in one place, and for that I am thankful to cousin Dawn for her organisational skill in making such an event possible.
I am hesitant to describe the events themselves, however. There are many layers to things that happened, as well there might be with so many ambitious personages in company. The most important, of course, was that there was good food and wine to sate the appetites of the hungry, and there was just a little bit of intrigue to sate the appetites of the ludicrous.
I fear, however, that the rabid loyalty to our dear Lady Dawn displayed by those present will become a detriment overlong if we do not see some signs of action to back up those words.
Time will tell, I suppose. Though I don't doubt that those words have been the death of many a patient man.
I am hesitant to describe the events themselves, however. There are many layers to things that happened, as well there might be with so many ambitious personages in company. The most important, of course, was that there was good food and wine to sate the appetites of the hungry, and there was just a little bit of intrigue to sate the appetites of the ludicrous.
I fear, however, that the rabid loyalty to our dear Lady Dawn displayed by those present will become a detriment overlong if we do not see some signs of action to back up those words.
Time will tell, I suppose. Though I don't doubt that those words have been the death of many a patient man.
Written By Silas
Sept. 5, 2016, 1:04 a.m.(6/26/1004 AR)
Well that was enlightening. The steak was splendid, too.
When I left the manor I was accosted by a messenger with another large order for my shop. This one seems like it will be fun, though, much like Prince Edain's beloved table. Enough details to give me a direction on where to go, but enough leeway to express my own creativity. Challenge accepted.
When I left the manor I was accosted by a messenger with another large order for my shop. This one seems like it will be fun, though, much like Prince Edain's beloved table. Enough details to give me a direction on where to go, but enough leeway to express my own creativity. Challenge accepted.
Written By Deva
Sept. 4, 2016, 11:52 p.m.(6/26/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Talen
The Sword of Lenosia is quite formidable with, well, a sword. I've seen him in action multiple times, and had the delightful opportunity to witness his skill up and close during the Grayson melee. It's not uncommon to see him accompanying a member of the Velenosa family out to various gatherings. Funny, quick witted, it's always a welcome sight to see him around.
Written By Rainier
Sept. 4, 2016, 11:50 p.m.(6/26/1004 AR)
The meeting with House Grayson and its allies did not go as well as I hoped; there is dissent and too much cleverness but not enough focus.
Such things must be refined. Large groups are not ideal to discuss policies where opinions are flung like arrows in search for a target, any target, and spoken as much to be seen as speaking as to aim.
There is work to be done. I must not be distracted.
Such things must be refined. Large groups are not ideal to discuss policies where opinions are flung like arrows in search for a target, any target, and spoken as much to be seen as speaking as to aim.
There is work to be done. I must not be distracted.
Written By Joscelin
Sept. 4, 2016, 11:24 p.m.(6/26/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Hammar
NOTHING HAPPENED.
NOTHING!!
NOTHING!!
Written By Hammar
Sept. 4, 2016, 11:16 p.m.(6/26/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Kima
Hammar not know if Lady, but Hammar think Lady Dawn say she was Lady. She watched Hammar and Lady Dawn fight. She figher Lord Victus say. Hammar maybe whack Lady Kima, but not hard, Lord Victus might make mad at Hammar.
Written By Hammar
Sept. 4, 2016, 11:14 p.m.(6/26/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
Hammar meet Joscelin after Hammar lose fight against Alrec. Hammar not know why she say hairy, Joscelin not hairy. Joscelin also good draw-er. She draw pictures and give Hammar. Hammar give Joscelin flower back.
Written By Hammar
Sept. 4, 2016, 11:12 p.m.(6/26/1004 AR)
Hammar give Joscelin flower, Joscelin say like flower, but Hammar not think they marry yet. Hammar still be nice, Ida say Joscelin very busy, so he not axespect much time. Hammar want see again, she not as hairy she say she is.
Written By Fergus
Sept. 4, 2016, 11 p.m.(6/26/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Brianna
Halfshav, I typically do not have much good to say on that level. I do not know Brianna all that well either, but the curves on display are enough to make a note about. Front and back, and she knows it too. Don't let her try and fool you either.
Written By Deegan
Sept. 4, 2016, 10:59 p.m.(6/26/1004 AR)
Today...
What is there to say about today?
The morning started off normal enough. Then after a healthy stroll, I was able to procure an item that i had had my eye on for a few days. While it wasn't anything uniquely special, it was just what I wanted. For the most part today has been a very good day.
Tomorrow will bring yet another good day, I'm sure.
What is there to say about today?
The morning started off normal enough. Then after a healthy stroll, I was able to procure an item that i had had my eye on for a few days. While it wasn't anything uniquely special, it was just what I wanted. For the most part today has been a very good day.
Tomorrow will bring yet another good day, I'm sure.
Written By Ida
Sept. 4, 2016, 10:56 p.m.(6/26/1004 AR)
I know, it's an odd request, but please humor me. There are not quite enough people that make me laugh as Mistress Joscelin does, and I need this recorded so that I can look back and amuse myself with it. Yes...just like it is here on the note she sent. Thank you so kindly.
(Apparently copied from some other parchment):
IF Y0U EvAR w@Ant To S33 YoUR H@MM3R AGAIn- (and there's a crude hammer sketch with this ransom note.)
(Apparently copied from some other parchment):
IF Y0U EvAR w@Ant To S33 YoUR H@MM3R AGAIn- (and there's a crude hammer sketch with this ransom note.)
Written By Joscelin
Sept. 4, 2016, 10:55 p.m.(6/26/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Ida
I've observed Ida use this beautiful planishing hammer to smooth out the surface of her more intricate pieces, specifically hairpins, an item she makes that I would love to learn to use and wear myself.
She's been out and about for most of the week, and it's no fun stealing things from her when she isn't around.
So I did. Today.
It's a very pretty hammer. I polished before I used it because Ida uses steel and the peen was all dented and gouged. It's as smooth as silk now, and as shiny as a new mirror.
And all mine. It sits on my pillow, gleaming, as I write this.
I think I'm going to name it 'Ida-no'.
She's been out and about for most of the week, and it's no fun stealing things from her when she isn't around.
So I did. Today.
It's a very pretty hammer. I polished before I used it because Ida uses steel and the peen was all dented and gouged. It's as smooth as silk now, and as shiny as a new mirror.
And all mine. It sits on my pillow, gleaming, as I write this.
I think I'm going to name it 'Ida-no'.
Written By Fergus
Sept. 4, 2016, 10:43 p.m.(6/26/1004 AR)
Likely already rumors abounding that I took Juliet to go see the beaches. I do not care much about rumors. She said she was new to the city, and I hadn't been to the beaches since Juliet's cousin, Calista had her beach party. So I figured one Fidante might enjoy the beach as much as the other apparently does. She seemed to enjoy the chat, and I flirted like the northman I am. Was an evening I ended up not getting drunk, and yet was still enjoyable.
Written By Fergus
Sept. 4, 2016, 10:40 p.m.(6/26/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Juliet
Met this Lady in the Ambassador, she was in the company of two Courtesans, this along with the fact she looked like trouble and shared similar features to Calista made me guess she was likely a Fidante. I was right. She is a cousin to Calista. We sat and chatted in the Ambassador after the two courtesans left, then I took her to see the beaches. Was an enjoyable meeting.
Written By Alrec
Sept. 4, 2016, 10:03 p.m.(6/26/1004 AR)
I purchased a giant painting of myself from Enzo and put it on the wall of my stateroom. I can't help but feel intimidated by the man's glare, my own, and it empowers me with confidence. It also reminds me that the only threat I face, will come from within. I am my worst enemy. Thoughts best pushed aside and concentrated on my current tasks at hand. It was not my intent to scare you but to show you that I am a man to fear. To show off my resolve and my strength in order to motivate my allies to come alongside me. I am too tired for war.
Written By Niccolo
Sept. 4, 2016, 10 p.m.(6/26/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Ophelia
Ah, my dearest of nieces. Ophelia is certainly very dear to me. She has a sense of humor, that is so clever. True, most of the times I'm not sure if she realizes she's being humorous and that is perhaps part of her charm. She reminds me that even during my most serious moments, there is room to take the time and make a dear niece happy, sometimes with the simplest of things. Sometimes, with the strangest of things, but usually with little effort on my part. Her devotion to her brother is admirable, and while I once thought it misplaced, I don't think that's the case anymore.
Written By Esera
Sept. 4, 2016, 9:56 p.m.(6/26/1004 AR)
The Hollow of the Lower Boroughs is not a soft place, a place for lords and ladies -- but tonight it swarmed with them. Talen was there, and half the Lyceum was there, too. He lost his fight -- a pity -- but it was hard fought. You may have heard, at the end of the fight, that I rushed to his side, and kissed him. It's just, seeing him there, fallen, in the dirt and the blood and the broken glass ... he looked so alone. I could not bear it.
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