Written By Eirene
May 13, 2021, 7:02 p.m.(6/19/1015 AR)
I just had a gorgeous fucking dress made for an upcoming ball. Lagoma sees us all through changes, and even I change and wear dresses once in a while. My husband deserves a Lycene lady on his arm in all her glory now and again, so I'm going to indulge him. Besides, it's an excuse to be entirely frivolous and see if I can show up my sister Roxy for once for fanciest outfit.
Written By Cesare
May 13, 2021, 6:06 p.m.(6/19/1015 AR)
Last night's feast in Eswyndiol, hosted by the gracious Lady Medeia and Lord Haakon, was a rousing delight. While I find myself poorly suited to contests of martial ability - broken fingers and bruised muscles are not conducive to the playing of musical instruments, to say the least - I quite enjoy the display of skill and spirit when it's all done in the guise of friendship. There's something to be learned about a person from everything they choose to do and how they do it, and fighting is certainly no exception. Lord Ian Kennex did put on /quite/ an impressive display of skill and determination; not to speak any less of the other competitors, as each of them, including the hostess of the party herself, proved quite capable and demonstrated not only prowess, but dare I say, style?
(I did not say good style, or fashionable, I simply said style.)
One cannot help but be particularly impressed when a combatant chooses to fight with nothing more than a subtly-sharpened spoon.
I enjoyed also a relatively short but piquant conversation with the newly-minted Lord Proscipi the younger, a man whose soul flows in a similar direction as my own, I suspect, and look forward to meeting him again. We bards must stick together, after all; there is a lot of ass-waving and yowling yet to be done in the world, and it is our solemnest duty to see it done.
Summertime always seems to set the blood running a little hotter and tempers a bit quicker, and there is always the usual profusion of feasts and celebrations to enjoy when the weather is at its finest, but I can't help but wonder if the instinct this year toward tumbling and drinking and fisticuffs is part the usual roused spirits and part the overdue reckoning of what many have brought home with them from war. It doesn't worry me - screwing and fighting are much more enjoyable and feel much more productive than contemplation and talking, I am aware. But I do hope those who need us will seek my fellow Whispers and me out, when the time comes. We have our part to play too, and are able and willing.
(I did not say good style, or fashionable, I simply said style.)
One cannot help but be particularly impressed when a combatant chooses to fight with nothing more than a subtly-sharpened spoon.
I enjoyed also a relatively short but piquant conversation with the newly-minted Lord Proscipi the younger, a man whose soul flows in a similar direction as my own, I suspect, and look forward to meeting him again. We bards must stick together, after all; there is a lot of ass-waving and yowling yet to be done in the world, and it is our solemnest duty to see it done.
Summertime always seems to set the blood running a little hotter and tempers a bit quicker, and there is always the usual profusion of feasts and celebrations to enjoy when the weather is at its finest, but I can't help but wonder if the instinct this year toward tumbling and drinking and fisticuffs is part the usual roused spirits and part the overdue reckoning of what many have brought home with them from war. It doesn't worry me - screwing and fighting are much more enjoyable and feel much more productive than contemplation and talking, I am aware. But I do hope those who need us will seek my fellow Whispers and me out, when the time comes. We have our part to play too, and are able and willing.
Written By Caprice
May 13, 2021, 1:18 p.m.(6/19/1015 AR)
I am honored to serve the Crafters Guild as its newest Guildmaster, alongside Assistant Guildmasters Audgrim and Samira, and I am so very grateful to everyone who has reached out to offer congratulations and support. I've stuck all the notes in amongst the pages of a new ledger, to remind me at random of these remarkable moments of kindness.
Oh, such beautiful things we build when we work together. I can't wait to see what comes next!
Oh, such beautiful things we build when we work together. I can't wait to see what comes next!
Written By Sydney
May 13, 2021, 1:05 p.m.(6/19/1015 AR)
Life in the service of death - be that fearing it, running from it, or dealing it - is as one lived in a tunnel without branches. The walls stretch around and enclose you. There is no wondering what's left, or what's right. Up is an impossibility. Down is the dirt and stone you've watched others fall upon. The only way is forward, as to stand still or turn back can lead only to ruin. A life lived in this way gives rise to certain ideas and expectations about how the world works, as well as its scope.
Should you find yourself at the emergence from such a tunnel, question everything.
Your beliefs are fallible. Your echoed words, which once resonated from every wall from with clarity verging on perfection may now ring hollow in the wider world.
And if your beliefs are fallible, so too are the beliefs of others.
Question everything.
Should you find yourself at the emergence from such a tunnel, question everything.
Your beliefs are fallible. Your echoed words, which once resonated from every wall from with clarity verging on perfection may now ring hollow in the wider world.
And if your beliefs are fallible, so too are the beliefs of others.
Question everything.
Written By Demura
May 13, 2021, 11:48 a.m.(6/19/1015 AR)
I have decided to start fresh upon my return to Arx and seek a like-minded patron and perhaps a protege who wishes to pursue the unknown together. It is never an easy relationship to cultivate, as the role of a Patron is to lead and aide, to showcase the goals and dreams of those they have agreed to assist, and the role of a protege is to grow and flourish, to assist where needed and to seek to share the goals they have with their patron while also embracing the patron's goals as well. It can be a precarious path, as opening one's self up to another can be difficult and not all are willing to sacrifice their time to another.
I wish to form bonds, to form relationships, to see what new heights these can bring. Now we just wait to see if anyone else is as interested as I am.
I wish to form bonds, to form relationships, to see what new heights these can bring. Now we just wait to see if anyone else is as interested as I am.
Written By Demura
May 13, 2021, 11:42 a.m.(6/19/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Cahal
He waited. Regardless of everything.
Written By Cirroch
May 13, 2021, 11:33 a.m.(6/19/1015 AR)
Why is it that the most amusing things can be spotted from the rafters of the hall? While I understand the worry that Petroc had for my sudden wish to be in the rafters, I was able to share a moment with Ansgar. And was able to see more clearly.
It might be time to go sit atop a mountain for a bit. Get a new perspective of what is constantly feeling stuck within the brick walls of the city.
It might be time to go sit atop a mountain for a bit. Get a new perspective of what is constantly feeling stuck within the brick walls of the city.
Written By Demura
May 13, 2021, 11:28 a.m.(6/19/1015 AR)
With my return to Lyon's Redoubt then sailing to the Saffron chain, I have found myself away from Arx longer than expected. It feels as if everything has changed and everything has remained the same all at once, which is both a strange and comforting feeling. Jenessa has done a wonderful job with keeping our lives in the capital secure, and I have found myself relying on her more. She is one of the reminders of why I do as I do, and who I do it for.
Written By Aethan
May 13, 2021, 11:07 a.m.(6/19/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Cassima
Much could be said, but yet so little has to be. Spoken and unspoken, there are relatable experiences that can be measured in the flick of an eye and understood in silence....
An unexpected respite at the beach was had.
An unexpected respite at the beach was had.
Written By Evaristo
May 13, 2021, 9:13 a.m.(6/18/1015 AR)
I woke up yesterday, did the usual morning activities, and headed out to take care of some business. I realised when walking up the hill to city center that I felt like I did before the wounds. That I had recovered fully. I celebrated by doing a small performance right there on the street, cheering up people.
I decided it is time to work on that play I have wanted to do for a long time.
I decided it is time to work on that play I have wanted to do for a long time.
Written By Lianne
May 13, 2021, 1:17 a.m.(6/18/1015 AR)
All dreams end. Few are ever seen to fruition. I should have let this one die years ago. Instead, I let it take root, spread. There was enthusiasm, hope. And, today, I wrote a handful of letters to put a quick end to all that optimism and creativity.
How biting and bitter this grief left behind.
Maybe something else will grow there in time. I think I'll keep my ambitions a bit more modest for a while.
How biting and bitter this grief left behind.
Maybe something else will grow there in time. I think I'll keep my ambitions a bit more modest for a while.
Written By Medeia
May 13, 2021, 12:13 a.m.(6/18/1015 AR)
Another delightful feast held in the courtyard, another rousing contest of physical skill! My thanks to Lords Haakon, Ian, and Savio, Ladies Thea and Piccola, and Messeres Raven and Zakhar for competing and being the entertainment for the evening. All fought admirably, but of course only one could win! Congratulations to Lord Ian for his victory.
I've been feeling inspired lately and have several parties already planned! Something for everyone! I promise. What a wonderful summer it will be.
I've been feeling inspired lately and have several parties already planned! Something for everyone! I promise. What a wonderful summer it will be.
Written By Porter
May 12, 2021, 8:42 p.m.(6/17/1015 AR)
Some months ago, maybe a year ago? I took some smithing lessons with Dame Ida. They served me well! And I can now make a small number of odd things here and there. At one point, I spent several weeks creating a series of helmets! Some were more popular than others, I admit. I've heard that one of them may be sitting in the City Center now, without a home. If you're the person the helmet belonged to and misplaced it, I hope you are reunited!
But if the helmet has been tossed to the wayside in favor of a finer bit of armory, I hope that it finds a new home with some lucky soul who is helmetless!
Good luck to you, helmet.
But if the helmet has been tossed to the wayside in favor of a finer bit of armory, I hope that it finds a new home with some lucky soul who is helmetless!
Good luck to you, helmet.
Written By Kiera
May 12, 2021, 5:04 p.m.(6/17/1015 AR)
well scholar, i always consider myself a novice scholar in almost every respect, knowing well that though I have spend a great deal of time in study since arriving in arx what knowledge I have ammassed in my two year compared to what there is to know, amounts to not even a thimbleful so when a fellow scholar posed a question about some kind of symol and i knew nothing, this was like so many other questions posed and i took no notice. of the most valuable pieces of information, in my small store of knowledge is whom to go to for answersto questions. When the people who i consider experts confessed to being puzzled by something. I consider /that/ to be something of note. My eyes and ears are open.
Written By Valencia
May 12, 2021, 3:27 p.m.(6/17/1015 AR)
Trust.
Difficult to gain. Easy to break. Tough to repair once broken.
Without it, the world can be a lonely place. With it, the possibilities are open.
Held dear, it earns love and respect. In the wrong hands, it can have a devastating effect.
We say we desire it and value it greatly, and yet, do we?
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Difficult to gain. Easy to break. Tough to repair once broken.
Without it, the world can be a lonely place. With it, the possibilities are open.
Held dear, it earns love and respect. In the wrong hands, it can have a devastating effect.
We say we desire it and value it greatly, and yet, do we?
~~~~~~~<~<~<@
Written By Piccola
May 12, 2021, 2:13 p.m.(6/17/1015 AR)
When I was eight or nine I used to know a family in a little village near Iriscal.
The family seemed as any other: father, mother and sons. They were small landowners and had an inn. I had heard, and therefore knew, that besides the sons we knew this woman had another son nobody had seen, who was spoken of in whispers as if he were a great disgrace for the mother. I remember that my father referred to this woman often as a martyr, who made great sacrifices for this son and put up with great sorrows. My mother refused to talk about her.
One day, I was sent to this family's inn on an errand for my father. I came upon the mother as she was shutting her door, dressed up to go out to socialize, with a hamper under her arm. On seeing me she hesitated then decided. She then told me to accompany her to a certain place, and that she would take delivery and give me the money for my errand upon our return. Having no reason not to trust that my status would protect me, we left the limits of the village.
We walked some ten minutes out of the village's sight into an orchard filled with garbage. In a copse there was a shack hidden, a sort of pig sty, about four feet high and windowless. The odor from there was atrocious. She opened the door to it and I could hear an animal-life howling. And inside this hovel was her son, a robust boy of 18, who couldn’t stand up and scraped along on his seat to the door as far as he was permitted by a chain linked to his waist and attached to the ring in the wall. He was covered with filth, and his eyes shone red, like those of a nocturnal animal.
His mother dumped the contents of her basket – a mixed mess of household leftovers – into a stone trough. She filled another trough with water, and we left. She returned back to the inn in silence, whereupon the mother gave me the sack of gold that I had been sent to fetch. I said nothing to my parents about what I had seen, so great an impression it had made on me, and so convinced was I that nobody would believe me. Nor when I later heard of the misery which had befallen that poor mother, did I interrupt to talk of the misery of the poor human wreck who had such a mother.
So it is, wise general, that I came to fear no fabled monster with such monstrosity lurking in every corner.
The family seemed as any other: father, mother and sons. They were small landowners and had an inn. I had heard, and therefore knew, that besides the sons we knew this woman had another son nobody had seen, who was spoken of in whispers as if he were a great disgrace for the mother. I remember that my father referred to this woman often as a martyr, who made great sacrifices for this son and put up with great sorrows. My mother refused to talk about her.
One day, I was sent to this family's inn on an errand for my father. I came upon the mother as she was shutting her door, dressed up to go out to socialize, with a hamper under her arm. On seeing me she hesitated then decided. She then told me to accompany her to a certain place, and that she would take delivery and give me the money for my errand upon our return. Having no reason not to trust that my status would protect me, we left the limits of the village.
We walked some ten minutes out of the village's sight into an orchard filled with garbage. In a copse there was a shack hidden, a sort of pig sty, about four feet high and windowless. The odor from there was atrocious. She opened the door to it and I could hear an animal-life howling. And inside this hovel was her son, a robust boy of 18, who couldn’t stand up and scraped along on his seat to the door as far as he was permitted by a chain linked to his waist and attached to the ring in the wall. He was covered with filth, and his eyes shone red, like those of a nocturnal animal.
His mother dumped the contents of her basket – a mixed mess of household leftovers – into a stone trough. She filled another trough with water, and we left. She returned back to the inn in silence, whereupon the mother gave me the sack of gold that I had been sent to fetch. I said nothing to my parents about what I had seen, so great an impression it had made on me, and so convinced was I that nobody would believe me. Nor when I later heard of the misery which had befallen that poor mother, did I interrupt to talk of the misery of the poor human wreck who had such a mother.
So it is, wise general, that I came to fear no fabled monster with such monstrosity lurking in every corner.
Written By Emberly
May 12, 2021, 7:54 a.m.(6/16/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Mikani
Helping Mikani with bringing blackwood to the market has allowed me to focus on helping Crovane.
I have been doing much work for Redrain and the Apothecary College and investing it back into the house.
I thank Lady Mikani for helping me when I have needed a friend to turn to.
sidenote : I am reaching out to those that know about Metals to teach me so I might invest back into the College...
Also.... A new topic has surfaced, I have become focued on
Farseers....
if such a people exist... perhaps there is hope for the future.
I have been doing much work for Redrain and the Apothecary College and investing it back into the house.
I thank Lady Mikani for helping me when I have needed a friend to turn to.
sidenote : I am reaching out to those that know about Metals to teach me so I might invest back into the College...
Also.... A new topic has surfaced, I have become focued on
Farseers....
if such a people exist... perhaps there is hope for the future.
Written By Silas
May 12, 2021, 3:55 a.m.(6/16/1015 AR)
I'll have more to say. I just need time.
Written By Silas
May 12, 2021, 3:01 a.m.(6/16/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Aiden
If tomorrow my life were finished,
With many fun things left to do,
It wouldn't matter at all,
Because, my love, I had you.
I loved you then,
And I love you still;
I adore you now,
And I always will.
Love, SW
With many fun things left to do,
It wouldn't matter at all,
Because, my love, I had you.
I loved you then,
And I love you still;
I adore you now,
And I always will.
Love, SW
Written By Viviana
May 11, 2021, 10:28 p.m.(6/15/1015 AR)
I certainly don't expect responses, no.
However - when everyone's searching for knowledge, it's way more fun to learn about the thoughts and feelings of others.
However - when everyone's searching for knowledge, it's way more fun to learn about the thoughts and feelings of others.
Please note that the scholars may take some time preparing your journal for others to read.