Written By Ida
Aug. 29, 2016, 12:04 p.m.(6/7/1004 AR)
It has been far, far too long since I found myself along the edges of a true fighting ring. Once again, Mistress Acacia seems to have the ability to draw people to an event and have each and every one of them leave the gladder for it. Or so it seems to me. Now, I have to admit that some of the tactics used by the brawlers rub against my Valardin sensibilities, but I was unsurprised to see them, considering the venue. I suspected I would see as much and even with that, I can't deny I enjoyed the bouts a great deal. It was difficult to watch Master Hammar and Admiral Alrec, two fighters I have personal experience with and who I also consider friends. The fight between the Sword of Velenosa and Marcas was not an easy match to watch, either, simply due to the /how/ of it, I guess I'd have to say. I'm unsure how I will fare against any of them when my time to fight might come. I'm also not sure those crowds will have much appreciation for the sweet science, as we Valardin call it, or my fighting style. I am reminded to follow up with Master Talen about meeting up at the training center. I likely could use a few good work-throughs. Regardless, I wouldn't have missed the event for about anything and can hardly wait to be in a bout myself.
Written By Prospero
Aug. 29, 2016, 8:01 a.m.(6/6/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Calista
Favored "niece"
Written By Joscelin
Aug. 29, 2016, 3:01 a.m.(6/6/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Eos
I finally met the Lord Eos Saik, Knight Kima Saik's brother. I saw him briefly on Market Day, and I was pleased that he remembered me for a personal project he had in mind.
Strangely insufferable. Not an asshole. Definitely unlike many of the nobility here.
Strangely insufferable. Not an asshole. Definitely unlike many of the nobility here.
Written By Joscelin
Aug. 29, 2016, 12:42 a.m.(6/5/1004 AR)
I need to not make crazy choices when I'm sleep deprived.
Work is done. My reputation is probably forever far too colorful for polite company. I made a man covered in blood smile.
I'm going to bed now.
Work is done. My reputation is probably forever far too colorful for polite company. I made a man covered in blood smile.
I'm going to bed now.
Written By Niccolo
Aug. 29, 2016, 12:21 a.m.(6/5/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Jacinthe
I received a letter from Jacinthe, that she is leaving Arx for some time. She didn't give me details, but I'm not surprised to see that she's pursuing opportunities out of the city. She always struck me as being very ambitious. Perhaps one day she'll return, and we'll get to share a drink together again.
Written By Esera
Aug. 29, 2016, 12:04 a.m.(6/5/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Torian
A man of the boroughs, he could blend into any crowd. He could convince you he is rabble, unclean. He is neither of those things. I know power when I see it. Influence. I saw the way the crowds in the Hollow moved around him. The way they listened to him. I was glad to share his arm, and his whiskey. Glad to whisper with him. But I know what I am to the people of the lower boroughs. Just another Silk.
Written By Acacia
Aug. 29, 2016, 12:01 a.m.(6/5/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Torian
Sometimes I think I see danger where there isn't any, and other times I wonder if I'm the only one who sees it.
I had a long conversation with Torian early on this week, after others had kept us busy with bloodied knuckles, split lips and scuffed boots. I couldn't remember the last time he and I had fought side by side. He reminded me of a lot of things then, and even if there was a rekindling of some internal pain somewhere at the end of it, I felt better that it happened. It was a necessary clarity which brought me back to focus. He's good for the Cullers. If he wasn't, I would've pushed then, wouldn't I have? He says he's bad with crowds, but he does far better than he lets on. But that's the way of it. There's something steady about him, grounding even.
It was interesting to watch him at the Hollow and how he interacted. I'd do it again.
I had a long conversation with Torian early on this week, after others had kept us busy with bloodied knuckles, split lips and scuffed boots. I couldn't remember the last time he and I had fought side by side. He reminded me of a lot of things then, and even if there was a rekindling of some internal pain somewhere at the end of it, I felt better that it happened. It was a necessary clarity which brought me back to focus. He's good for the Cullers. If he wasn't, I would've pushed then, wouldn't I have? He says he's bad with crowds, but he does far better than he lets on. But that's the way of it. There's something steady about him, grounding even.
It was interesting to watch him at the Hollow and how he interacted. I'd do it again.
Written By Talen
Aug. 28, 2016, 11:59 p.m.(6/5/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Jessamine
Jassemine, a healer of some note. Though he had not known her name, the southern Sword had asked around after the event. A woman of some skill, it would do to reach out and contact her again. While payment was made by the man and his liege both, there is a debt owed in blood-- in thanks. Service for service.
Written By Esera
Aug. 28, 2016, 11:58 p.m.(6/5/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Dawn
She shines with the strength and the warmth of the rising sun. She is a bastard, but she is more than that -- more than a title. There are people in this world who belong to greatness. You look at them, and you know it. Feel it in your blood. She is one of them. I will offer her my hand, and she will warm me; I will raise her up, and we will shine together, bright as flames. Unity is a beautiful promise, isn't it? So sweet.
Written By Talen
Aug. 28, 2016, 11:54 p.m.(6/5/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Darren
Darren Redrain, a prince of the north. The wastes of ice must cool these folk in a similar way the sun bakes those of the Lyceum, the Velenosa. Blunt to subtle, the two are polar opposites-- but this is something one must explore. Talen Artiglio intends to explore the differences of cultures, so he might better interact.
Written By Talen
Aug. 28, 2016, 11:51 p.m.(6/5/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Marcas
The Hollow held a new kind of experience, one of blood and passion, one of violence and renewel. Marcus Aodh, a man of brutality; he proved himself. The Redrain breed good soldiers and Talen was glad he had the opportunity to fight one. It is something to consider-- these men are tough, powerful, good opponents. A challenge, for once.
Written By Acacia
Aug. 28, 2016, 11:51 p.m.(6/5/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Alistair
Inquisitor Alistair and I imparted hushed words tonight, between only us two and dangerously quiet. Initially, they started with whiskey being shared, but there was heat not associated by alcohol at the end of them. While I can hardly go against a Hood when it comes down to it, I think I learned something in that exchange. He's kind of fascinating, isn't he?
Written By Esera
Aug. 28, 2016, 11:49 p.m.(6/5/1004 AR)
They took me to see my mother -- what was left of her -- her head, her shorn hair. Beneath her lashes, dark like my own, you could see them: the legs of a spider. I opened her eyes, and there they were. Not eyes, no. Not hers. Dead spiders. Large ones. Spiders ... The Spiders. Terrible things. How much have we forgotten, I wonder? How much must we still remember?
Written By Nadia
Aug. 28, 2016, 11:38 p.m.(6/5/1004 AR)
Perhaps there is some truth that all we of the North need to have a good time is good company and an endless supply of spirits to take any occasion to the next level, as this was the case for my friendly wrestling match with good friend, Prince Darren Redrain. A lot of our brethren came out to cheer and spectate our fight, though I sadly lost in the end. Lady Brianna matched against him afterwards, and she certainly would've bested him, had he not come called a draw before she could really let her colors show.
We had some interesting guests in attendance as well. Lady Dawn of House Grayson snuck into the affair and drank and jeered with the crowd as if she were one of our with such grace and poise, it's no surprise no one raised a brow at such foreign, lovely company. Mistress Larissa Whisper attended as well, vivacious and the source of such delight and merriment as always.
We had some interesting guests in attendance as well. Lady Dawn of House Grayson snuck into the affair and drank and jeered with the crowd as if she were one of our with such grace and poise, it's no surprise no one raised a brow at such foreign, lovely company. Mistress Larissa Whisper attended as well, vivacious and the source of such delight and merriment as always.
Written By Darren
Aug. 28, 2016, 11:33 p.m.(6/5/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Nadia
The Duchess of Stonedeep is an old friend. I remember well the times spent as children, chasing monsters and things. I don't suppose she ever thought she'd be Duchess one day - her brother was the one who was supposed to ascend. But we've both had a great amount of loss in such short periods now. She does Stonedeep proud as their Duchess, and I remain proud to call her one of my dearest friends.
Written By Joscelin
Aug. 28, 2016, 11:28 p.m.(6/5/1004 AR)
Hammar is under the impression that I have hairy tits.
It's a long story that I don't have the stamina to go in to, but he's convinced I have braids wobbling in my cleavage like tentacles of some strange monster.
I heard he lost the fight this evening. He promised he'd show me his boobs.
It's a long story that I don't have the stamina to go in to, but he's convinced I have braids wobbling in my cleavage like tentacles of some strange monster.
I heard he lost the fight this evening. He promised he'd show me his boobs.
Written By Torian
Aug. 28, 2016, 11:21 p.m.(6/5/1004 AR)
So, there was a brawl down at The Hollows. Been a while since I've seen a good one, or visited for more than a few moments to remind people I'm around. Tonight was a bit different than usual. Full of Silks. None of them acted too high and mighty though, very welcomed considering the venue. And none of us rabble managed to do anything too stupid, which is good. Though apparently a Knight almost ended up getting herself turned into an encore. Which, I'll admit, I'm still thinking might have been good. But that's just the way of things isn't it? We know our rules. They're built into us, from all our lives living down here, we know what we can get away with. What we can't. I suppose some folks don't get that innate sense of what's going across the line. Or maybe they just don't have lines, once there's enough money involved. That'd explain a lot, wouldn't it?
Written By Calista
Aug. 28, 2016, 11:20 p.m.(6/5/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Prospero
My cousin has arrived in Arx and I cannot be more thrilled to have more Fidante blood in this great city. Yes, he's much older than I am, more like an uncle or a father-figure, but truly he is neither. Thick as thieves he and I can be now that I am of age and have taken a higher position in the house.
Oh Prospero, you have no idea how my soul is eased by your presence.
Oh Prospero, you have no idea how my soul is eased by your presence.
Written By Kima
Aug. 28, 2016, 11:14 p.m.(6/5/1004 AR)
I learned a valuable lesson while attending the little fracas the Cullers put together. Who would have thought that in the midst of fast flowing whiskey, showers of silver coins, and the spray of blood one might walk away enlightened?
Anyway, you'll surely hear about the winners and the losers and what I may or may not have attempted to do, so why should I waste my breath repeating it here? For Vellichor's sake?
Well even fucking Vellichor gets tired of hearing the same shit, day in, day out. Your grey hair is testament to that, far more than the conversations you have with me. Don't even give me that look, either. You're not my father, and even if you were that's a look far more suited to Mother.
Anyway, you'll surely hear about the winners and the losers and what I may or may not have attempted to do, so why should I waste my breath repeating it here? For Vellichor's sake?
Well even fucking Vellichor gets tired of hearing the same shit, day in, day out. Your grey hair is testament to that, far more than the conversations you have with me. Don't even give me that look, either. You're not my father, and even if you were that's a look far more suited to Mother.
Written By Darren
Aug. 28, 2016, 11:14 p.m.(6/5/1004 AR)
Tonight, a mudpit was roped off outside the villa. Bonfires burned bright and spirits were poured, and fun was had by all. Nadia and I had agreed to a friendly little brawl, though she insisted she would win. I ensured she was well and sorely beaten into the mud. So much for that 'soft prince' shite that some people were spouting.
The match with Brianna could've went better. But I suppose calling a draw with her was the best outcome I could expect. She's a fine warrior.
The match with Brianna could've went better. But I suppose calling a draw with her was the best outcome I could expect. She's a fine warrior.
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