Written By Lianne
June 4, 2021, 2:43 a.m.(8/6/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Medeia
I'm very much looking forward to visiting Eswyndol for your poetry event. I've only been hosting because I've missed Princess Helena's readings so terribly. It thrills me to have another taking up the mantle, even if only for a night. I look forward both to your own verse and to what others bring. The creativity in the capital this season has been astounding.
Written By Deva
June 4, 2021, 12:13 a.m.(8/6/1015 AR)
I wish the winds didn't change so quickly. Just when I think I'm used to them, they change course and I'm lost all over again.
Written By Benedetto
June 3, 2021, 10:25 p.m.(8/5/1015 AR)
I think perhaps I might need to take a few etiquette classes with the whispers.
Written By Viviana
June 3, 2021, 10:04 p.m.(8/5/1015 AR)
Silver sand. There's silver in the sand.
There's silver everywhere - for the creative.
There's silver everywhere - for the creative.
Written By Gael
June 3, 2021, 8:39 p.m.(8/5/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Wagner
Burly and with cathedral-bells for fists, Wagner has spent much of the past thirty years sharpening his boxing skills on the grindstone that is his fellow Arvani. Fiery in spirit, he's always willing to take up fisticuffs. It is a miracle he hasn't used me as his next object of obsession to batter with his hands, but I'm sure he has considered it, on account that I've given him shit from time to time. Maybe I shouldn't. Body found floating by the docks...
I'm kidding. We'll finish that bottle sometime, aye, we will.
I'm kidding. We'll finish that bottle sometime, aye, we will.
Written By Viviana
June 3, 2021, 4:30 p.m.(8/5/1015 AR)
Bakery by sea.
Think about it.
The Manipulative Tart works as a beautiful name for a vessel --
Think about it.
The Manipulative Tart works as a beautiful name for a vessel --
Written By Kia
June 3, 2021, 3:12 p.m.(8/5/1015 AR)
Today I had meeting with my patron, Legendary Showman, Venturo Thayne. What transpired was unexpected, though really it should not have been. I am to assist with the seeking out of performance artistes for the next carnival!
Where in Arx does a person go to find acrobats, eaters of fire, contortionists and those with such skills as would bring joy to the carnival crowds? I should draught some posters and have them nailed to posts all over the city.
Where in Arx does a person go to find acrobats, eaters of fire, contortionists and those with such skills as would bring joy to the carnival crowds? I should draught some posters and have them nailed to posts all over the city.
Written By Medeia
June 3, 2021, 2:14 p.m.(8/5/1015 AR)
I dearly wish that all these fantastic poets plan to attend the next feast at Eswyndol! Poetry in our stone grotto - a truly Lycene celebration of summer (I am not a bit remorseful of bringing such to the Thrax ward). Even should you wish not to recite something, the drinks will flow freely and the entertainment should be of high quality.
Now, what might I write? I recently tried my hand at poetry again, thanks to Marquessa Lianne and Messere Evaristo. I will need to come up with something, soon. It's only fair that the hostess lead by example, no?
Now, what might I write? I recently tried my hand at poetry again, thanks to Marquessa Lianne and Messere Evaristo. I will need to come up with something, soon. It's only fair that the hostess lead by example, no?
Written By Cesare
June 3, 2021, 1:46 p.m.(8/5/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Viviana
I'd hazard to say that in my experience, indifference is a crime of nature, but hardly the worst of them. Willful malice and wanton cruelty go much further toward achieving their ends than indifference by its very meaning. We're not meant to be creatures of stagnation.
Written By Tanith
June 3, 2021, 8:56 a.m.(8/4/1015 AR)
New pastry coming up at my store: the Manipulative Tart. You bite into expecting blackberry but then, gasp! Lemon curd. A delicious bit of wonder, inspired by less tasteful events and revelations. Jayus has a bizarre sense of humor, but I'll take it. I can't keep Raymesin from eating them, and he's suggesting other flavors to hide the lemon curd under with his mouth -still full-. He's also complaining that he'll need panels put into his trousers, yet he's still as skinny as the day he came back from Lenosia. Ridiculous.
Written By Claude
June 3, 2021, 4:53 a.m.(8/4/1015 AR)
Since so many others have been sharing I wish to share my entry from the recent poetry event regarding Time... many lovely works were recently published in the collection.
My Lord! My Lord! There you sit
Up high upon thy throne
Regal, proud, yet still a man
Caged in flesh and bone
Vassals, lands and castle tall
Given all that you demand
Yet you rage inside at the thing
No Lord can ever command
Every hair that grays, every joint that aches
A cold reminder of the deal
That all the silver in the world
Won't keep you from the Wheel
Oh Scholar! Dear Scholar! Where is your magic?
Some spell to turn back Death
A potion? Dark Bargain? I'll pay any price
To never take my last breath
There's no magic that might save you
Such promises a lie
As it is known from times long past
That even Gods may die
And so he broods upon that throne
Resigned unto his fate
Just peering into darkness
Where The End and it's Queen do wait
A final thought to reflect upon
As your years do end their climb
There is but one who defies Death
And his name, my Lord, is Time
My Lord! My Lord! There you sit
Up high upon thy throne
Regal, proud, yet still a man
Caged in flesh and bone
Vassals, lands and castle tall
Given all that you demand
Yet you rage inside at the thing
No Lord can ever command
Every hair that grays, every joint that aches
A cold reminder of the deal
That all the silver in the world
Won't keep you from the Wheel
Oh Scholar! Dear Scholar! Where is your magic?
Some spell to turn back Death
A potion? Dark Bargain? I'll pay any price
To never take my last breath
There's no magic that might save you
Such promises a lie
As it is known from times long past
That even Gods may die
And so he broods upon that throne
Resigned unto his fate
Just peering into darkness
Where The End and it's Queen do wait
A final thought to reflect upon
As your years do end their climb
There is but one who defies Death
And his name, my Lord, is Time
Written By Erasmus
June 3, 2021, 4:48 a.m.(8/4/1015 AR)
It was always my brother who took to the side of political leadership, discussing among peers how best to spend coin to further the people. How to be cunning with a wit twice as sharp. I was always more comfortable leading men, fleets, people, doing so among them and not from the comfort of a hall.
Now though, I've watched his grand-daughter who doesn't have the same luxury as he did, a group who stood by him, challenging him when needed and ensuring the will of the people were always seen to. My niece is forced to make due with what few cards she has. So, despite our disagreements, she has named me Minister of Trade. Before I'd of scoffed at Victor if he did the same, but now...Well now if I'm going to help my family, this will be one way to do so, regardless of how little I like politics and games of titles.
Now though, I've watched his grand-daughter who doesn't have the same luxury as he did, a group who stood by him, challenging him when needed and ensuring the will of the people were always seen to. My niece is forced to make due with what few cards she has. So, despite our disagreements, she has named me Minister of Trade. Before I'd of scoffed at Victor if he did the same, but now...Well now if I'm going to help my family, this will be one way to do so, regardless of how little I like politics and games of titles.
Written By Viviana
June 3, 2021, 4:01 a.m.(8/4/1015 AR)
Supervising the attendant that was preparing a couple of larger items for long-term storage.
This included a couple of paintings.
There you were, Little Dragon.
This included a couple of paintings.
There you were, Little Dragon.
Written By Viviana
June 3, 2021, 3:46 a.m.(8/4/1015 AR)
Is being indifferent the worst that we can be?
Written By Benedetto
June 3, 2021, 1:39 a.m.(8/4/1015 AR)
I shared a few drinks with Duchess Isabeau Telmar, Prince Raimon Thrax, and Lady Poppy Stahlben at the Ambassador Salon this evening. We decided that I am, apparently, not very menacing at all. But the petite Duchess might very well be. Prince Thrax is quite the poet and while he gave me a lovely new nickname, I'm not sure it will stick.
Written By Isabeau
June 3, 2021, 1:35 a.m.(8/4/1015 AR)
Dear scholar, if you ever believe that your actions are worthless, that nothing you do will change what is, no matter how much you want it. Determination and dedication are still worthwhile. A bucket can be filled one drop of water at a time. It is not the fastest way to accomplish your goals, but even this way will one day succeed. And who knows, perhaps a rain will come to help you out.
Written By Margot
June 3, 2021, 12:50 a.m.(8/4/1015 AR)
As one who has dedicated their life to diplomacy, I have never understood until now the value of a raised voice and a threat that is completely sincere.
Written By Savio
June 2, 2021, 9:21 p.m.(8/3/1015 AR)
Every time, I light a candle
And then I watch it burn
Thinking of your wisdom
And all that I have learned
Every time, I light a smile
For all the words you spoke
And I agree wholeheartedly
Till there's nothing left but smoke.
More of the same.
On a different note, lots of poets in the whites lately, no? You love to see it.
And then I watch it burn
Thinking of your wisdom
And all that I have learned
Every time, I light a smile
For all the words you spoke
And I agree wholeheartedly
Till there's nothing left but smoke.
More of the same.
On a different note, lots of poets in the whites lately, no? You love to see it.
Written By Aslaug
June 2, 2021, 2:40 p.m.(8/3/1015 AR)
The Children of the Dream were first
But Those of Now and Always
Were cast adrift, and tore a rift
With Choice that opened hallways
And in those labyrithine cross-roads
Death and Will were roused
And now you call, for -It- and -All-
Where ancient gods are housed
But Those of Now and Always
Were cast adrift, and tore a rift
With Choice that opened hallways
And in those labyrithine cross-roads
Death and Will were roused
And now you call, for -It- and -All-
Where ancient gods are housed
Written By Tikva
June 2, 2021, 1:44 p.m.(8/3/1015 AR)
O! Muse, I cry thee stay thy hand
Your touch breaks upon me like a tide
and I am overwhelmed;
Ink bleeds from me like life force
and stains the page,
raw, unfettered, free,
yet untrammeled it is,
without rhyme or meter, structure or intelligence;
I am written upon the page
in my least tamed, unbroken form
as wild as the sea
and as comprehensible.
This is no way to write an aria.
Your touch breaks upon me like a tide
and I am overwhelmed;
Ink bleeds from me like life force
and stains the page,
raw, unfettered, free,
yet untrammeled it is,
without rhyme or meter, structure or intelligence;
I am written upon the page
in my least tamed, unbroken form
as wild as the sea
and as comprehensible.
This is no way to write an aria.
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