Written By Sparte
Dec. 26, 2019, 10:24 p.m.(6/13/1012 AR)
I have made many choices others do not understand in my scant years within Arx. There are those who have sought me out to understand me, others who have sought me out to berate me. Most simply pass judgment without a word. As is their right. The gods know I have done the same, and likely will again.
It is a truth that I have come to understand, painfully, that we all must decide where to invest our time. Who to invest ourselves in, both in time and resources. None of us have an unlimited reserve, an endless well from which to plunge energy and effort on the behalf of others. Not even me, much as I tried to convince myself otherwise for so many years.
I sit here in reflection on what matters most in the world to me. What I should tell others I stand for, or against. How I should describe the path I walk to others on their own paths, with no paths, or that wander and risk being lost.
I feel as though I know the words, but then I think to the boy who came to Arx to become a guardsman. To answer a simple call to help protect people. I wonder if my words today would have altered his path, if they would have been understood at all.
I find it stays my hand from what I would have penned, a list of specifics, of whats. Instead I find within me the words that were in his heart all along.
Do the right thing. Even when it is hard. Especially then. Our heart will know what that thing is when we see it, even if we lack the words to say why.
It is a truth that I have come to understand, painfully, that we all must decide where to invest our time. Who to invest ourselves in, both in time and resources. None of us have an unlimited reserve, an endless well from which to plunge energy and effort on the behalf of others. Not even me, much as I tried to convince myself otherwise for so many years.
I sit here in reflection on what matters most in the world to me. What I should tell others I stand for, or against. How I should describe the path I walk to others on their own paths, with no paths, or that wander and risk being lost.
I feel as though I know the words, but then I think to the boy who came to Arx to become a guardsman. To answer a simple call to help protect people. I wonder if my words today would have altered his path, if they would have been understood at all.
I find it stays my hand from what I would have penned, a list of specifics, of whats. Instead I find within me the words that were in his heart all along.
Do the right thing. Even when it is hard. Especially then. Our heart will know what that thing is when we see it, even if we lack the words to say why.
Written By Harlex
Dec. 26, 2019, 9:13 p.m.(6/13/1012 AR)
A long time coming, I have resigned from the Crimson Blades.
Other things call to me. Though I can't leave the mercenary life behind, I plan to go my own way with it, the way I use to before Arx.
There's always profit in being a sellsword. The peerage sees to that, bless their hearts.
Other things call to me. Though I can't leave the mercenary life behind, I plan to go my own way with it, the way I use to before Arx.
There's always profit in being a sellsword. The peerage sees to that, bless their hearts.
Written By Aureth
Dec. 26, 2019, 6:28 p.m.(6/13/1012 AR)
I have had occasion to wonder, before, the limits of truth that people want to hear at funerals. It's a difficult balance to strike, even when one is actually making the effort.
Written By Juliette
Dec. 26, 2019, 5:13 p.m.(6/13/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Niklas
I would think a renowned playwright would be a better storyteller. It does eliminate some fear of missing out due never having seen one of his shows, reading his painted narrative, at least.
Written By Belladonna
Dec. 26, 2019, 2:31 p.m.(6/12/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Niklas
I see that to honor Alrec Magaldi your highness has decided to post an ignoble little jab at the dead man.
Alas, no one has ever accused the Prince of being a classy man.
Alas, no one has ever accused the Prince of being a classy man.
Written By Margot
Dec. 26, 2019, 11:49 a.m.(6/12/1012 AR)
Likely the last of my children and a girl. I admit she's already a disappointment in that regard, and as if to add insult to injury, she could not have been a healthy size and quiet and content little girl, she must be small and struggling and constantly screaming.
After all of the discomfort of carrying her about and then the indignity of pushing something out of my own body for such ingratitude.
This one is trouble. I know it.
After all of the discomfort of carrying her about and then the indignity of pushing something out of my own body for such ingratitude.
This one is trouble. I know it.
Written By Lucita
Dec. 26, 2019, 10:54 a.m.(6/12/1012 AR)
Sometimes it is necessary to take a few quiet days to spend with family and dull routine to help settle down after some risky adventuring. I'll soon venture forth again and seek more to do than serve as my children's captive (plushie lions of various descriptions arranged carefully in my lap and chair arms with instructions that they would attack me if I moved...thus captive), story-teller, and audience for their antics. The nanny did enjoy having a few days break though.
Written By Rysen
Dec. 26, 2019, 10:18 a.m.(6/12/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Niklas
When my time comes, please do not allow Prince Niklas Grayson to write my obituary or speak at my funeral, should any be held.
Written By Amari
Dec. 26, 2019, 10:13 a.m.(6/12/1012 AR)
I have a feeling this spring and coming summer are going to be very memorable. Some old friends will be returning after a long absence and I can't wait to see them.
Written By Jules
Dec. 26, 2019, 3:05 a.m.(6/11/1012 AR)
Dear me but I do understand why some people don't write in the jourans, at least the white's, that often.
Written By Vicente
Dec. 26, 2019, 2:54 a.m.(6/11/1012 AR)
I've actually happened to stuble upon several people this week and that's something of a rarity. Not all together undesirable either.
Written By Niklas
Dec. 26, 2019, 1:18 a.m.(6/11/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Alrec
Let us celebrate the life of Alrec Magaldi by celebrating his greatest accomplishments.
At the age of 10 he learned his alphabet, mostly.
At the age of 15 he raised a prize chicken for the Darkwater fair.
At the age of 19 he distinguished himself fighting for House Thrax in the Tyde rebellion.
At age 20 found his look and stuck with that unfortunate beard for the rest of his life.
In his mid twenties or something he abandoned his oaths to House Darkwater, betrayed and mass murdered his own men because he decided he'd rather work for Setarco since it's got nice weather or whatever and became a hireling for House Pravus.
At the age of 32 he won a stew-eating contest at the Murder of Crows.
Wow. What a storied life! Admiral Alrec Magaldi, the something-something of Setarco, folks!
At the age of 10 he learned his alphabet, mostly.
At the age of 15 he raised a prize chicken for the Darkwater fair.
At the age of 19 he distinguished himself fighting for House Thrax in the Tyde rebellion.
At age 20 found his look and stuck with that unfortunate beard for the rest of his life.
In his mid twenties or something he abandoned his oaths to House Darkwater, betrayed and mass murdered his own men because he decided he'd rather work for Setarco since it's got nice weather or whatever and became a hireling for House Pravus.
At the age of 32 he won a stew-eating contest at the Murder of Crows.
Wow. What a storied life! Admiral Alrec Magaldi, the something-something of Setarco, folks!
Written By Anisha
Dec. 25, 2019, 11:35 p.m.(6/11/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Sydney
I do like flowers. I like them a lot. I'd've thought my wardrobe gave that away.
They were beautiful, and the sentiment you left with them complimented them in a most wonderful fashion.
I am glad you are in my life.
They were beautiful, and the sentiment you left with them complimented them in a most wonderful fashion.
I am glad you are in my life.
Written By Anisha
Dec. 25, 2019, 10:38 p.m.(6/11/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Drusila
Messere Drusila has met Mirrormasks before, even if she has forgotten that particular aspect of my person. I trust it wasn't as dramatic, then. But I do heed the calling of the Mirrormasks as well as the murmurs of Whisper House, messere.
Written By Gawain
Dec. 25, 2019, 8:06 p.m.(6/11/1012 AR)
It would seem that Duchess Margot Tyde and Duke Dagon (a man of masculine name) have had a child. It's only right that such an event be celebrated, as the birth of a child means the birth of great potential into this world! So me and my men will be eating a decadent roast duck that was roasted within the belly of a roasting boar.
We will also eat the roast boar.
We will also eat the roast boar.
Written By Aureth
Dec. 25, 2019, 5:09 p.m.(6/11/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Mayir
By the grace of Gild, your prosperity only brings me pride and pleasure.
Written By Evaristo
Dec. 25, 2019, 1:08 p.m.(6/10/1012 AR)
I do not pray a lot, not in the manner most would think of when the word prayer comes up. Reverently kneeling in front of the altar, or head bowed and hands folded, quietly murmuring, or hands raised while chanting. But I thank Death many times every day, for each joyful moment of living, all those things during the waking hours that brings a smile to my face, of which there are many. Because I look for them, I seek them out. She is the reason I get the chance to find them, to smile wide and joyful, to sing and laugh. For that she has my eternal gratitude and love and I owe it to her to live the life I want, that I asked for - or I would waste a most precious gift.
This realisation and epiphany was not there, before. Not consciously, at the very least, though I would say I have not changed how I live that much, merely how I view it. I believe it was always there, a part of my soul that longed for all of that, that needed it. So when I suggested a Festival of Death over a year ago, there was the joy and adventure of it in the forefront of my mind, as much as I actually gave it much thought at all (and really, I didn't - it was a whim).
But it grew into something much more. Every event was a prayer, a hymn, a ritual - to her. Every time her name was mentioned and her story detailed, someone told it onwards. In Arx, the centre of the world we live in, most know Death because she is part of the city and her return was close to everyone, but even if a Godess returns it does not mean everyone understands her right away. I hope that our festival has given more understanding.
I hope that we will do it again. Perhaps every year, from now on.
My heart brims over in thankfulness that I got to spend time with so many talented, wonderful people that saw this happening. From the bottom of my heart, I thank you. And what a reward we all got, a special memory forever ours, a divine moment.
This realisation and epiphany was not there, before. Not consciously, at the very least, though I would say I have not changed how I live that much, merely how I view it. I believe it was always there, a part of my soul that longed for all of that, that needed it. So when I suggested a Festival of Death over a year ago, there was the joy and adventure of it in the forefront of my mind, as much as I actually gave it much thought at all (and really, I didn't - it was a whim).
But it grew into something much more. Every event was a prayer, a hymn, a ritual - to her. Every time her name was mentioned and her story detailed, someone told it onwards. In Arx, the centre of the world we live in, most know Death because she is part of the city and her return was close to everyone, but even if a Godess returns it does not mean everyone understands her right away. I hope that our festival has given more understanding.
I hope that we will do it again. Perhaps every year, from now on.
My heart brims over in thankfulness that I got to spend time with so many talented, wonderful people that saw this happening. From the bottom of my heart, I thank you. And what a reward we all got, a special memory forever ours, a divine moment.
Written By Sunaia
Dec. 25, 2019, 11:16 a.m.(6/10/1012 AR)
It's been a while.
But, I'm back. It's nice to find that I am welcomed so easily by an old friend.
Oh, and I am looking to be married; will have to speak with Olivia and the Duke about it soon, as I don't know how many more childbearing years I have left.
Yes, I'm nervous. Somehow, more now than I was before.
But, I'm back. It's nice to find that I am welcomed so easily by an old friend.
Oh, and I am looking to be married; will have to speak with Olivia and the Duke about it soon, as I don't know how many more childbearing years I have left.
Yes, I'm nervous. Somehow, more now than I was before.
Written By Juliette
Dec. 25, 2019, 8:46 a.m.(6/10/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Alrec
What a man you must have been to draw such devout and immense dedication to your memory. I wish I could have met you.
Written By Juliette
Dec. 25, 2019, 8:43 a.m.(6/10/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Belladonna
I am, as ever, done proud by the sheer scope and grandeur of my (for now!) Duchess's ambition and visionary leadership. Truly, I chose a good time to follow to Arx, though my heart is always called back to the silken city when e'er a warm ocean breeze touches my cheek, or two close figures wreathed in shadows are from a distance difficult to discern whether as lovers or conspirators, or when the hear grows to such sweet excess all one can think of is a chance to bathe naked under the moonlight in cool brackish waters.
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