Written By Audgrim
Feb. 28, 2021, 10:29 a.m.(1/11/1015 AR)
And then she gave it to me.
I don't think I managed to utter anything intelligent in thanks. I'm still reeling from the generosity.
Written By Anisha
Feb. 28, 2021, 10:12 a.m.(1/11/1015 AR)
For future records, then, the results of the People's Tournament of 1014
Wagon Run Winner: Lore Artiglio
Fishing Derby Decisive: Sailor Zakhar
Muddy Run Rapid: Sydney the Waterfall
Fist Fight Fantastic: Sydney the Waterfall
By Points:
Samira Culler in 5th Place (110 000)
Svana Grayhope in 4th Place (220 000)
Lore Artiglio in 3rd Place (330 000)
Savio Pontelaus in 2nd Place (450 000)
Sydney the Waterfall, Grand Winner (700 000)
And finally, the People's Choice, for quick wit and elegant spirit:
Savio Pontelaus (330 000, and a Crown).
Thank you all. Hopefully, there'll be another one of these soon enough.
Written By Viviana
Feb. 28, 2021, 9:38 a.m.(1/11/1015 AR)
Making that joke was so worth the coin spent.
Yes, Scholar, these are tears. Of amusement.
Written By Varan
Feb. 28, 2021, 2:42 a.m.(1/10/1015 AR)
I enjoyed much quiet conversation, but never got the chance to bring out my most favourite joke, and so I will make you all endure it:
<It was the rare occasion that three children are born at a similar time and in the same building, and were forced to separate from their mothers for purposes of continued medical treatment. Upon the time of their release their fathers arrive to collect the children - the fathers being a Grayson, a Pravus, and a gentleman of the Eurusi.
The Grayson father enters first, as is his right, and soon emerges from the room with what is quite clearly the Eurusi child. The Eurusi gentleman quite rightly bristles at this and asks the Grayson what he thinks he's playing at. The Grayson shrugs his shoulders and says "One of those two in there is a Pravus, and I can't take that chance.">
Written By Marena
Feb. 27, 2021, 10:40 p.m.(1/10/1015 AR)
Written By Tanith
Feb. 27, 2021, 8:33 p.m.(1/9/1015 AR)
There's a fire in the hearth and furs to curl up under, just hang in there for a couple of months, it gets warmer. Failing that, try the new drink at the Murder, the Liquid Furnace. It'll burn all the way down and burn all the way out.
Written By Tanith
Feb. 27, 2021, 8:30 p.m.(1/9/1015 AR)
It's really quite handy that there always seems to be drinks here, scholar. Is that for you lot, or for us?
Written By Martinique
Feb. 27, 2021, 6:23 p.m.(1/9/1015 AR)
Written By Zakhar
Feb. 27, 2021, 2:11 p.m.(1/9/1015 AR)
The sheeps keep coming. Over and over again. They are already here and no one wishes to acknowledge that they are all doomed to repeat their pasts. None are listening to the silent screaming.
Another round then?
Written By Dio
Feb. 27, 2021, 11:38 a.m.(1/9/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Savio
The slavers aboard the holk fought with desperation and were not unskilled with their weapons. The Eswynd forces, in which I am to be included along with the other peers and sailors from the Compact, fell upon them like orcas amid a herd of seals, inspired by the exhortations of Lady Medeia Eswynd. The Northlands Champion Lady Brianna Halfshav seemed as at home amid the chaos of battle as Imogene had been drinking tea beside her clavichord. Together, we put resisting slavers to death.
In the last moments before the enemies' surrender, a slaver made a swipe at my throat with a cutlass, which the reflexes and swordsmanship of Savio Pontelaeus kept from claiming my life. That was the second time Savio had saved me. His awareness in battle is uncanny, nor are his wits dulled by fear: poetry flowed from his lips even as we made ready to board the enemy vessel, and his insults to our attackers added scorching roasts to the blood-slicked deck. Savio's preferred weapon is a rapier which he wields with great agility, and by its name, "Diplomacy," one can get a sense of both the cleverness and aim of this talented adventurer from Tremorous.
My wounds were tended by the skillful medicine of Lady Medeia, and I returned to Arx with a fair share of silver captured from the slavers, in time to embarrass myself upon a beautiful golden mare named Cloud, as I met with Princess Adrienne Pravus for a morning ride.
Written By Lisebet
Feb. 27, 2021, 11:29 a.m.(1/9/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Ryhalt
It seems I have reason to be relieved you are home and well. And that you may have some stories to tell.
We should have dinner soon.
Written By Raja
Feb. 27, 2021, 9:41 a.m.(1/9/1015 AR)
Written By Ember
Feb. 27, 2021, 9:21 a.m.(1/9/1015 AR)
Skal'daja.
The apostates Ivan and Waldo.
The shavs, Clan Horderacht.
I am recovered enough to fight. All three of the above will be exterminated without mercy. My anticipation thrashes within me like crashing waves.
Written By Medeia
Feb. 27, 2021, 2:28 a.m.(1/8/1015 AR)
No, Scholar, I didn't get confused, and I'm not praying. That will come later. After I let some of these thoughts out of my head so I might consider them more clearly. I was thinking that the winds of change have been blowing through my life quite strongly as of late, and then I started thinking about House Eswynd's words: "The wind cares not." Change, indeed, seems not to care either. It will come whether we are prepared or not - so it seems best to prepare and meet it. Admittedly, I have not been prepared for most of what has come recently.
In the past few weeks, there has been much loss. And as of late, my heart has felt distraught and pulled in many directions. Time spent in prayer and reflection could not ease the feeling. The intensity of my emotions and the impulsivity of my decisions - I can take some comfort in knowing that even my quickly made decisions have been the ones I would have made in more careful consideration - have left me feeling unbalanced. It has probably been long past time for me to reassess my commitments. In just a handful of months, my priorities will shift further. So, I have set myself to the important task of preparing for change. This has come to mean stepping away from certain duties, or finding new ways to serve my people, the city, and the Compact.
The wind will blow, and I will keep my feet.
Written By Ryhalt
Feb. 26, 2021, 10:56 p.m.(1/8/1015 AR)
Written By Svana
Feb. 26, 2021, 10:54 p.m.(1/8/1015 AR)
I've made a special little nest inside the Haven somewhere for a songbird and a blackbird. I hope my pretty blackbird doesn't find it before I get to show it to her myself.
Oh, and before I forget to mention it: I came in fourth place at the People's Tournament for overall ranking! The most important part was that the People's Favorite, Savio, let little Elanne wear his crown around. He has truly created a monster.
Written By Zyxthylum
Feb. 26, 2021, 10:28 p.m.(1/8/1015 AR)
Written By Jace
Feb. 26, 2021, 10:03 p.m.(1/8/1015 AR)
Well. As much as anyone can ensure a Redreef's safety.
Written By Donella
Feb. 26, 2021, 7:07 p.m.(1/7/1015 AR)
Written By Donella
Feb. 26, 2021, 7:07 p.m.(1/7/1015 AR)
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