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Written By Ripley

Nov. 21, 2020, 12:06 p.m.(6/6/1014 AR)

HAH! Not unwelcome in the ward of the Velenosan's! I took a trot through to go stare at some statues again in the Mazetti manor and oddly enough, the guards smile at me.

The statues didn't though, not surprised at that, what with them being statues and all. Stern faced.

Written By Neve

Nov. 21, 2020, 11:10 a.m.(6/6/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Piccola

Surprisingly social, and proof that if you want to have a title (non-noble that is) that you can indeed give it to yourself. She said she gave herself General as a title. I wonder if I could be 'Prettiest of Flowers'. Though it might be more interesting to be 'Taker of Snacks' then, people would know they could give me snacks. I suppose it's about the flourish of loveliness over functionality I suppose. For now I'll just go with Lady Neve.

Though, I will call you General because now that we've started using it, it seems really rude and weird not to.

Written By Romulius

Nov. 21, 2020, 10:01 a.m.(6/6/1014 AR)

It is easy, I think, to use duty as a shield in order to ignore those you otherwise have obligation to offer some degree of attention to, or to be short with those you owe patience to. I am certainly guilty of the transgressions, and duty is in no short supply these days.

Written By Delilah

Nov. 21, 2020, 9:50 a.m.(6/6/1014 AR)

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Written By Mabelle

Nov. 21, 2020, 7:44 a.m.(6/6/1014 AR)

The fundraiser was a success with over million silver worth of funds collected for the Physician's efforts in the upcoming war.

I am in awe of the kindness of the people of the city.

Written By Gwenna

Nov. 21, 2020, 7:13 a.m.(6/6/1014 AR)

Our endeavors to help settle the Eurusi refugees around Farhaven, lead by Princess Marian, went well. Change rarely goes smoothly in the beginning, but I hope with some time and understanding, things will eventually blossom. This was a different experience for me, as matters of diplomacy were handled by others. It gave me a chance to focus, instead, on relations with the leaders and merchants around our home city. More manager than peacemaker, I suppose, but such skills are equally as important in situations like this. It was wonderful to see my mother, even if our stop at the castle was rather brief. We did bring Prince Jorah with us - who will be two in just a few months - and I think it delighted her to get some time with him while we were off doing our duties.

All told, it was a successful trip I suppose.

Written By Zyanya

Nov. 21, 2020, 6:22 a.m.(6/6/1014 AR)

I listen for the bell--hard-struck bronze--but in my ears silence hums
not the death of dreams but the absence of them, chasing sleep away.
There is no space for sound among all of this red, these stares, this fury.
If I am calm enough--still enough--quiet enough, maybe...

Maybe it will come to me, the sign that there is a home here, waiting
to be found, the promise of a hearth, a place where I will not be cold,
where I will not be lonely.

Written By Rowynna

Nov. 21, 2020, 3:25 a.m.(6/5/1014 AR)

I came to Arx alone, a ship adrift at sea, but my family welcomed me and wrapped me in their love.

All a person needs to be happy is just three things: someone to love, something to do, and something to hope for. I read that somewhere. I'm sure that there are those that would argue that list, but I can truly say I'm finally happy.

Written By Zyanya

Nov. 21, 2020, 1:32 a.m.(6/5/1014 AR)

Without lure or bait
the lull of breath over lips
the surf comes to my hand

sea reflects sky reflects sea
the mirror I collect in palm

Written By Cambria

Nov. 21, 2020, 12:22 a.m.(6/5/1014 AR)

The essential quality of life is living; the essential quality of living is change.

Written By Cambria

Nov. 21, 2020, 12:10 a.m.(6/5/1014 AR)

My chef is a true poet.

Having passed by the kitchen earlier in the day, I had the good fortune to overhear: By the piss of a fiend, this sauce is dangerous!

Oh, I do look forward to entertaining guests.

Written By Ripley

Nov. 20, 2020, 11:54 p.m.(6/5/1014 AR)

I lay down on my couch and I picture Toad. Is he cold? Is his or her brothers beating up on him or her? Does he have enough to eat? I might have to slip over and see him again.

Written By Sydney

Nov. 20, 2020, 11:08 p.m.(6/5/1014 AR)

I remember when being declared Apostate was a rare thing. Now it seems we have them by the bushel.

Would that it were always laughed off so easily.

Written By Zoey

Nov. 20, 2020, 9:01 p.m.(6/5/1014 AR)

My husband says that I am not allowed to complain the next time he is hurt and is too stubborn to stay in bed and rest. Personally I think I did just fine as a patient. I took my medicine without fuss, I stayed in bed until a physician told me I should walk around to keep my legs strong, and I have gotten more sleep since my injury than I did in probably the whole of the month prior.

Though I firmly believe this is no time to lay around. There is work to be done, and much to prepare for.

Written By Ripley

Nov. 20, 2020, 8:04 p.m.(6/5/1014 AR)

What is it with silks coming in my forge, standing there and asking if I can make something.

Of course I can make something. Last minute, I was in a mood, I could do that. But then they leave after leaving the bits and bobs that I would need and never left me a name. They have a really bad habit of just presuming that their stuck up noses are recognized everywhere.

How in the abyss am I expected to know the name and sight of every gods damned silk in this city? I don't sit with a tome of sketches just in case the third cousin of the baron of stink nose decides they want a piece of gold fashioned to go around their third toe.

How hard is it to say "Hi my name-"

Too hard apparently if this is the third one in a few weeks to do it.

My memory is perfectly fine. Looks like their memory is the damaged one if they can't bother to remember to introduce themselves.

Tell you what, how about this. If you're not the king, the dead dominus, the archlector of Jayus and my mum and family, and my guildmasters then fuck off with you and say your name. Don't presume that because you were born with the silver spoon in your maw, that you're entitled to some random commoner sitting down for hours and learning what your third mole on your cheek and that scar across your eye means you battled some big ass bear, and you're from the county of footswobble.

You're not.

Tell me your name, or you're going to get called in the streets when your commission is done, by how I know you.

Bland noble who wanted a rush job and shit manners.

Written By Haakon

Nov. 20, 2020, 7:12 p.m.(6/4/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Piccola

Most folk I meet don't truly desire knowledge. Learning takes effort, and failure, and the acknowledgement of all that a body *doesn't* understand.

Few folk can do that.

I've found that what most folk truly desire- though they make noise otherwise- is proof that what they already know is enough. They want to believe that anything which would challenge their tidy little view isn't worth knowing.

Written By Sloane

Nov. 20, 2020, 6:56 p.m.(6/4/1014 AR)

Watch out Arx: I'm here.

Written By Svana

Nov. 20, 2020, 4:17 p.m.(6/4/1014 AR)

I have been sitting on my position at The Grotto for a while and have not spoken a word of it to anyone else. It feels good to be able to do something proactive outside of my own shop, though some would argue that The Grotto is my shop now. In truth, Softest Whisper Anisha interviewed other candidates sometime ago. I helped her with the process and pointed her in the direction of several other alchemists from around the City, but they all fell through. Even though it is my shop by default, I intend to make sure that The Grotto is a different business model from my own shop. I encourage everyone to see the scents I have put there, as well as the essential oils.

In the future, I would like to make robes for the Grotto, perhaps bathing costumes, and even scent diffuser necklaces.

It is good to have a new beginning in a harrowing time.

Written By Brigid

Nov. 20, 2020, 12:10 p.m.(6/4/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Rane

You're back barely two weeks and you've already managed to completely break your hand. Get ready to practice with your off-hand!

Written By Lasha

Nov. 20, 2020, 12:58 a.m.(6/3/1014 AR)

Have you ever gotten to a point where you wanted something so bad, that when you are offered it you eat too much and sicken yourself and the enjoyment of it? I have found myself doing this today, though it wasn't food or anything similar. Instead, it was an idea, an action. In future, I'll use my head, instead of throwing out wits because it seems like limitless things are good for me.

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