Written By Raymesin
March 19, 2023, 5:39 p.m.(6/22/1019 AR)
It's been a quiet couple of weeks, Scholar, which has been just fine by me. Hopefully there'll be a little more excitement in the days to come, though; the few people I get on with, like me, aren't built for peace and quiet. There's rumours of a few things gone missing, which may or may not have rewards attached. It'd be nice to get out and about for a change, my feet are getting itchy again. Too much time in town, I think, and as the weather warms the Lowers only smells worse.
Written By Savio
March 19, 2023, 4:53 p.m.(6/22/1019 AR)
For those who may wonder if the Lonely Cloud is a public space or a private space -- yes.
Once upon a time the Cloud was a shopfront with an attached social parlor. The shop is obviously gone, but the parlor itself remains. My husband spends some hobby time as a seam-ripper in the workshop there, and before we were married, we lived above the parlor for a time.
If you are looking for Orland to seam-rip something back into its constituent materials, leave a container in the Rainbow Parlor and send him a note.
If you are just looking to visit, as long as the door is unlocked, anyone is welcome.
Once upon a time the Cloud was a shopfront with an attached social parlor. The shop is obviously gone, but the parlor itself remains. My husband spends some hobby time as a seam-ripper in the workshop there, and before we were married, we lived above the parlor for a time.
If you are looking for Orland to seam-rip something back into its constituent materials, leave a container in the Rainbow Parlor and send him a note.
If you are just looking to visit, as long as the door is unlocked, anyone is welcome.
Written By Mabelle
March 19, 2023, 11:11 a.m.(6/21/1019 AR)
Reconnecting with old friends has always been the best balm to my soul. The friendship, the ear and perhaps a promise for a future. Who knows what might happen the next day?
Written By Noah
March 18, 2023, 2:27 p.m.(6/19/1019 AR)
Finally I got a sort of armor. Maybe. Well, I might survive more when I run in to do the stupid things I do. Maybe.
Written By Titus
March 18, 2023, 4:27 a.m.(6/19/1019 AR)
Am I marching with purpose towards my goals, or am I a leaf on the wind at the mercy of the shifting winds of fate?
Do I find fulfillment and joy in my daily battles and interactions, or am I but a pawn in the epic struggle of life?
Do I make deliberate and conscious choices based on my convictions and values or am I a puppet whose strings are pulled by the whims of others?
Do I take time to reflect and learn from my past conquests and defeats or am I just a drone buzzing from task to task without thought or introspection?
Do I seek new challenges and adventures to broaden my horizons and make my world bigger or am I content to dwell in the familiar prison walls of comfort?
Life is a continuous process of learning, and every experience, whether good or bad, is an opportunity for growth and enlightenment. When it's time for me to meet the Queen may Vellichor speak the chapter of my life in His Story and the actions I did be verified by the all seeing Sentinel that what I did was honourable.
Do I find fulfillment and joy in my daily battles and interactions, or am I but a pawn in the epic struggle of life?
Do I make deliberate and conscious choices based on my convictions and values or am I a puppet whose strings are pulled by the whims of others?
Do I take time to reflect and learn from my past conquests and defeats or am I just a drone buzzing from task to task without thought or introspection?
Do I seek new challenges and adventures to broaden my horizons and make my world bigger or am I content to dwell in the familiar prison walls of comfort?
Life is a continuous process of learning, and every experience, whether good or bad, is an opportunity for growth and enlightenment. When it's time for me to meet the Queen may Vellichor speak the chapter of my life in His Story and the actions I did be verified by the all seeing Sentinel that what I did was honourable.
Written By Esme
March 17, 2023, 9:55 p.m.(6/18/1019 AR)
I am undeserving of this change in my life, but I am excited by it.
Written By Aurora
March 17, 2023, 4:52 p.m.(6/18/1019 AR)
Entries for next month's burnbox have been closed, and now that I have an exact number I need to make I can officially begin. Roses everywhere.
Written By Savio
March 16, 2023, 10:05 p.m.(6/16/1019 AR)
I would do well not to underestimate the ferociousness and ingenuity of the Common Arvani Forest-Thug.
Written By Wylla
March 16, 2023, 8:45 p.m.(6/16/1019 AR)
Denica has made me whole again, she and Savio both.
When I lost my painting hand, I won't confess to the depth of despair I fell to. In truth, when I hit the bottom of the chasm, I was surprised at how quickly I pushed back towards the surface of my joy. It was hard, sinking isn't as easy as they say it is, and yet there was a cradling to my grief, a softness that was painful; it buried, it enveloped. It was kind in its brutal consumption of everything joyful in me.
I have a new hand now, carved beautifully in ivory by Denica, facillitated by Savio and the Dominus. A tree has been carved in its surface, and it continues on my skin by the grace of a skilled marquist.
I am more than I was but lesser too; I understand my limitations even as I break free of them.
I haven't words enough ...
I haven't words enough.
When I lost my painting hand, I won't confess to the depth of despair I fell to. In truth, when I hit the bottom of the chasm, I was surprised at how quickly I pushed back towards the surface of my joy. It was hard, sinking isn't as easy as they say it is, and yet there was a cradling to my grief, a softness that was painful; it buried, it enveloped. It was kind in its brutal consumption of everything joyful in me.
I have a new hand now, carved beautifully in ivory by Denica, facillitated by Savio and the Dominus. A tree has been carved in its surface, and it continues on my skin by the grace of a skilled marquist.
I am more than I was but lesser too; I understand my limitations even as I break free of them.
I haven't words enough ...
I haven't words enough.
Written By Jaenelle
March 16, 2023, 5:09 p.m.(6/16/1019 AR)
Donato came to me last night before bed. He had been reading a book, the plot revolving around someone going on a quest. He decided he wanted a quest of his own. Naturally I gave him a list of things the college might need for salves and balms, perfumes and potions. When everything is collected he will visit Auda and Medeia to continue his studies of putting it all to good use.
Written By Aconite
March 13, 2023, 2:31 p.m.(6/9/1019 AR)
Traveling again is good for the soul. I've missed it. I hear news, both concerning and welcome from Arx, and hope that I will be back soon.
I never noticed how much time traveling is spent with nothing to do..
I never noticed how much time traveling is spent with nothing to do..
Written By Aurora
March 12, 2023, 10:21 p.m.(6/8/1019 AR)
I have decided to try out a patronage relationship once more even though I have had poor experiences in the past. We shall see if this time is different.
Written By Tanith
March 12, 2023, 9:36 p.m.(6/8/1019 AR)
I gotta figure out a way to auction off Mayir's caravel. Family business, but it can be complicated. I think I'll reach out to Princess Alarissa; we got a good rapport and I hear she's good at that kind of thing, setting up auctions.
Written By Tanith
March 12, 2023, 9:35 p.m.(6/8/1019 AR)
So it's officially unofficial, but the truth all the same. The Murder is mine in every way she can be. It's been that way for years but I've never written it down any place that mattered.
Since I was a kid, I knew I wanted this place. I've watched family pass it around like an heirloom (or not, let's be honest), and while I never felt she was owed to me, I knew she was mine just as she was any other Grayhopes.
In truth, it feels no different. That welcome feeling you get when you walk through the doors? That can belong to anyone of you, and I'll be there to keep her doors open and her insides intact, her kitchens warm and the booze flowing. It's what I've done for over a decade and what I'll keep doing, til I've done my job and the Queen takes me back.
Still. It's just good to put it down somewhere.
Since I was a kid, I knew I wanted this place. I've watched family pass it around like an heirloom (or not, let's be honest), and while I never felt she was owed to me, I knew she was mine just as she was any other Grayhopes.
In truth, it feels no different. That welcome feeling you get when you walk through the doors? That can belong to anyone of you, and I'll be there to keep her doors open and her insides intact, her kitchens warm and the booze flowing. It's what I've done for over a decade and what I'll keep doing, til I've done my job and the Queen takes me back.
Still. It's just good to put it down somewhere.
Written By Teldan
March 12, 2023, 8:42 p.m.(6/8/1019 AR)
I've found the parlours and ballrooms and taverns of Arx to be most welcoming, much as the tales have always painted them as being. And I've made some connections already, and found myself a patron. There is Whitesurf lace on the market, which will cheer my cousin and suggests at a potential future for the holding, as various people have suggested. We shall see what comes of it all.
Written By Jan
March 12, 2023, 7:08 p.m.(6/8/1019 AR)
I don't know why but this past week was the week of awkward conversations. The worst was my fault predictably.
Written By Jan
March 12, 2023, 7:04 p.m.(6/8/1019 AR)
Beware the wrath that is the Water of Life. Those Waters promise delight and deliver woe.
Written By Amari
March 12, 2023, 5:09 p.m.(6/8/1019 AR)
"Oh... so you're that Baroness Redire from the spooky old Shadowood? Ain't you scared of all them murderous thieving shavs and giant fishes and whatnot? Why're you always talking about cabbages besides? Bit strange, if you ask me. I know you ain't a bad sort, but I'm just saying, my Lady. Forgive my impertinence, but the Shadowood ain't got the best reputation for hospitality, never has. People what go in there don't never come back out, most times. I mean, it's terrible kind of you to offer to put us up, on account of what happened to our beloved Artshall, but..."
I've enjoyed the candor of the refugees I've spoken to since the tragedy, even if they've not all been eager to accept the invitation to shelter in Reveillon. They're good, decent folk, and it will be a glorious day when they can all finally return to their homes in Artshall. I'm quite certain that nearly every one of them wish to be living again behind those familiar high walls on that ancient granite bluff, with the verdant green vale stretching out below, secure beneath the banners of House Laurent. Until then, they, and Duke Cristoph will have House Redire's full and continued support (and surplus cabbages).
I pray to the gods that all this hardship shall pass, for justice to be done and that, with Petrichor's blessing, this year's harvest be bountiful.
I've enjoyed the candor of the refugees I've spoken to since the tragedy, even if they've not all been eager to accept the invitation to shelter in Reveillon. They're good, decent folk, and it will be a glorious day when they can all finally return to their homes in Artshall. I'm quite certain that nearly every one of them wish to be living again behind those familiar high walls on that ancient granite bluff, with the verdant green vale stretching out below, secure beneath the banners of House Laurent. Until then, they, and Duke Cristoph will have House Redire's full and continued support (and surplus cabbages).
I pray to the gods that all this hardship shall pass, for justice to be done and that, with Petrichor's blessing, this year's harvest be bountiful.
Written By Mabelle
March 12, 2023, 1:35 p.m.(6/7/1019 AR)
Organizing the Taste of Arx has spiked the desire to host in me. I do hope it sticks.
Written By Gwenna
March 12, 2023, 10:29 a.m.(6/7/1019 AR)
History is as full of villains as it is heroes. Bloodlines are often doomed by the actions of an ancestor, or group of ancestors, whose infamy overshadows whatever deeds the following generations might make to distance themselves from those past events. Are some things just too great to overcome? Can trust ever be reestablished? It is hard to say. Perhaps it is in trusting, in taking that leap of faith, that we learn more about the past and those who actually learned from it. Naive, some may say, to think history will not repeat itself. Yet the past is a place we hopefully can learn from rather than be a place we allow our thoughts and beliefs to live.
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