Written By Raimon
May 11, 2021, 10:13 p.m.(6/15/1015 AR)
A whispered poem on the eve of the re-appearance of Joscelin Arterius, the former guildmaster of the Crafters Guild:
A songbird's voice cuts cool night airs
Incisive, steady, sure.
The high notes: rise to greet the stars
The deep ones: Steady. Pure.
In quiet, earnest wonderment,
We hear The Song unfold.
In harmony, our Souls now sing
soft notes of burnished gold.
(( ooc ref: https://play.arxgame.org/comms/boards/2119/view/1176103 ))
(( ooc context: https://pastebin.com/UhHPMVMQ ))
A songbird's voice cuts cool night airs
Incisive, steady, sure.
The high notes: rise to greet the stars
The deep ones: Steady. Pure.
In quiet, earnest wonderment,
We hear The Song unfold.
In harmony, our Souls now sing
soft notes of burnished gold.
(( ooc ref: https://play.arxgame.org/comms/boards/2119/view/1176103 ))
(( ooc context: https://pastebin.com/UhHPMVMQ ))
Written By Raimon
May 11, 2021, 9:15 p.m.(6/15/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Cesare
The prayer - offering to the god Jayus on Cesare's behalf, after witnessing Cesare's performance at the Art Festival : https://pastebin.com/geAhgAy3
Written By Raimon
May 11, 2021, 8:17 p.m.(6/15/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Gael
(( ooc commentary: What happens when you juxtapose a day spent fencing on the proving grounds, with a cider & mead - fueled night at the 'Bee for Mabelle's Limerick contest? Some very strange things happen when you wake up the next day, my friends . . . some very strange things indeed! ))
"Before Gael hit my head with an Axe . . .
I really didn't -have- any knacks . . .
Yet -now- I can rhyme . . .
and -do-, all the time, . . .
Who -knows- why, but -that's- just the -facts- !"
- a suitably befuddled Prince Raimon **
** (( ooc note: But only after I spent half the +Event Google-ing: How-to-write-a-Limeri..., wait, does that have 1 m or 2? ))
"Before Gael hit my head with an Axe . . .
I really didn't -have- any knacks . . .
Yet -now- I can rhyme . . .
and -do-, all the time, . . .
Who -knows- why, but -that's- just the -facts- !"
- a suitably befuddled Prince Raimon **
** (( ooc note: But only after I spent half the +Event Google-ing: How-to-write-a-Limeri..., wait, does that have 1 m or 2? ))
Written By Rosalind
May 11, 2021, 7:17 p.m.(6/15/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Bonnie
I met Duke Mal's sister today. And she's just as fantastic as he is, but with an entirely different story! Are all Shepherds this amazing?
Written By Malcolm
May 11, 2021, 7:06 p.m.(6/15/1015 AR)
Correct. If he's got a sailor's swagger and a thinning hairline - that's my courier.
Written By Volya
May 11, 2021, 2:58 p.m.(6/15/1015 AR)
Conversations in Existentialism
1: Whenever I meditate and let my mind drift, I feel less like a single being and more like...a reflection off everything's surface.
2: Well, you kind of are, aren't you? What is the self other than an illusion that helps your body navigate existence?
1: Whenever I meditate and let my mind drift, I feel less like a single being and more like...a reflection off everything's surface.
2: Well, you kind of are, aren't you? What is the self other than an illusion that helps your body navigate existence?
Written By Volya
May 11, 2021, 2:51 p.m.(6/15/1015 AR)
Conversations in Existentialism
1: If sharing my creations doesn't make me happy...then why do I feel so compelled to do it?
2: Because the motivation behind these acts of sharing, has never been fleeting happiness. It's to make the internal external. To see if your work can survive outside itself. It's bigger than joy. It's communicating in a language of your own making and seeing who else can connect to it.
1: If sharing my creations doesn't make me happy...then why do I feel so compelled to do it?
2: Because the motivation behind these acts of sharing, has never been fleeting happiness. It's to make the internal external. To see if your work can survive outside itself. It's bigger than joy. It's communicating in a language of your own making and seeing who else can connect to it.
Written By Vitalis
May 11, 2021, 2:05 p.m.(6/15/1015 AR)
I've studied symbols, glyphs, sigils, and other ways of communicating for the better part of a decade and I've never come across any symbol like the one drawn by Marquessa Igniseri and mentioned by Scholar Oswyn. What is it? It's so simple, how is it not present in the Great Archive. Well. I may know the answer to that, but... it has caught my fancy. If you know anything about it, I would very much like to speak with you.
Written By Tanith
May 11, 2021, 1:58 p.m.(6/15/1015 AR)
Tea is wonderful for chatting and conversation; pie is even better, but that's the opinion of a baker that loves pie.
Written By Mabelle
May 11, 2021, 10:44 a.m.(6/14/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Malcolm
If it drools, it is a dog.
Written By Piccola
May 11, 2021, 9:48 a.m.(6/14/1015 AR)
The fear of death reduces life to dust.
That fear erects the walls which prevents true joy from touching us. That fear is then concealed and rendered banal by the spectacle of life. Death as a force loses all meaning when life is but a fatuous sequence of empty words. And death's head is an empty vessel when that which could fill it is obstructed by our own efforts to avoid and ignore that which is inevitable. Consequently, it is fear, not death, that reigns in the indolent, even worshipping that fear leads to nothing but a forgotten grave.
Remember, then, wise general: the carnival mask and the cadaver share the same fixed smile when one lives in fear.
That fear erects the walls which prevents true joy from touching us. That fear is then concealed and rendered banal by the spectacle of life. Death as a force loses all meaning when life is but a fatuous sequence of empty words. And death's head is an empty vessel when that which could fill it is obstructed by our own efforts to avoid and ignore that which is inevitable. Consequently, it is fear, not death, that reigns in the indolent, even worshipping that fear leads to nothing but a forgotten grave.
Remember, then, wise general: the carnival mask and the cadaver share the same fixed smile when one lives in fear.
Written By Erasmus
May 11, 2021, 9:32 a.m.(6/14/1015 AR)
Despite my attempts to find comfort in the Tower, I can't help but return to the Nightingale when my mind swirls like that of the turbulent sea. A creature comfort I suppose - this ship of mine - a place of refuge amongst all the unknown that makes up this city. The gentle rock and list of the ship while in the dockyard eases my nerves when my doubts grow to be too much.
I find myself waiting on letters, burying my nose in dusty old tomes and notes of scholars far smarter than I. A pleasant distraction I tell myself as the wick of my candle burns to its end, but I fear it only spurs more questions, adding to the cumbersome list I have.
Hopefully these new faces, new allies, new friends, perhaps they can help me. I just need to know who I can trust.
I find myself waiting on letters, burying my nose in dusty old tomes and notes of scholars far smarter than I. A pleasant distraction I tell myself as the wick of my candle burns to its end, but I fear it only spurs more questions, adding to the cumbersome list I have.
Hopefully these new faces, new allies, new friends, perhaps they can help me. I just need to know who I can trust.
Written By Quenia
May 11, 2021, 4:11 a.m.(6/14/1015 AR)
Random doodles. A vertical rectangle with a circle encased within, with the sides of the circle touching the sides of the rectangle.
It fills the page.
Hm. Scholar? Pardon? What? Oh. Don't mind me. Just something I saw once, somewhere. You don't happen to know what it is do you?
It fills the page.
Hm. Scholar? Pardon? What? Oh. Don't mind me. Just something I saw once, somewhere. You don't happen to know what it is do you?
Written By Quenia
May 11, 2021, 3:50 a.m.(6/14/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Aleksei
Is there something wrong with not knowing how to swim?
Written By Cufre
May 10, 2021, 11:55 p.m.(6/14/1015 AR)
Months later, the debt is finally paid.
Now I can get back to working for the family.
Now I can get back to working for the family.
Written By Malcolm
May 10, 2021, 10:15 p.m.(6/13/1015 AR)
Maybe I did knight the dogs.
Written By Medeia
May 10, 2021, 9:04 p.m.(6/13/1015 AR)
There's been an awful lot of talk the last few days about the excursion some months back around Nilanza that resulted in a confrontation with a notorious pirate captain. How strange the public has latched onto this now. But of course, the public has the details wrong - as the public is wont to do. I'll not ruin the Lycene opinion of me by sullying the story with the truth. What a strange rumor to wake up to!
Far more importantly? A prize purse of 25000 silver is on the line at the next Eswynd feast. I'm looking forward to seeing who competes and claims the prize as the last one standing in the sparring contest.
Far more importantly? A prize purse of 25000 silver is on the line at the next Eswynd feast. I'm looking forward to seeing who competes and claims the prize as the last one standing in the sparring contest.
Written By Noah
May 10, 2021, 8:24 p.m.(6/13/1015 AR)
When people write about drinking tea, and you feel like your ears were burning.
Written By Gael
May 10, 2021, 5:55 p.m.(6/13/1015 AR)
A life can be worth little in this world.
Written By Cristoph
May 10, 2021, 3:49 p.m.(6/13/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Deva
Swimming. Lessons.
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