Written By Aureth
May 23, 2020, 4:46 p.m.(5/6/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
I see several of your friends writing about your memory lately. I hope, out there in the world, you remember the touch you had on all our hearts.
But I don't wish you any better aim.
But I don't wish you any better aim.
Written By Ida
May 23, 2020, 9:22 a.m.(5/5/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
There are time when I feel like I can hear you smiling. It sound ridiculous, probably, but sometimes I'll stop whatever I'm doing and go sit in my rocking chair out front. Yours is still there too, of course. So I'll sit and watch people walk by and think about those early days of getting our shops in shape and such. Of pies and the renewal of the Crafter's Guild, of friends come and gone. Whenever I misplace a hammer, I get a little pang knowing that it's really just misplaced and not taken for ransom. I miss you, dear friend, but always end up with a wide smile when I think about the years of friendship and mischief.
Written By Mirari
May 22, 2020, 9:59 a.m.(5/3/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
J-
This missive won't find you, so I'll file it in the Great Archive instead. How are you? I miss you. I was spending some time cleaning out my chambers today and re-organizing (how did it get this messy?), and I came across my copy of the promissory note of the initial loan you, as Guildmaster, gave me on behalf of the Crafter's Guild. So that I could set up Mixtures Obscura-- now Works Obscura. It was nearly eight years ago now.
I don't think I ever stopped to consider how much freedom you granted me that day. How much freedom the Crafters Guild gave me.
A path to walk of my own, a craft-- eventually two --of my own. Work for my idle hands. Something for which to pour myself into, and to put out into the world.
I miss you, my friend. Thank you for all you did as Guildmaster.
Yours,
Mirari Corsetina
This missive won't find you, so I'll file it in the Great Archive instead. How are you? I miss you. I was spending some time cleaning out my chambers today and re-organizing (how did it get this messy?), and I came across my copy of the promissory note of the initial loan you, as Guildmaster, gave me on behalf of the Crafter's Guild. So that I could set up Mixtures Obscura-- now Works Obscura. It was nearly eight years ago now.
I don't think I ever stopped to consider how much freedom you granted me that day. How much freedom the Crafters Guild gave me.
A path to walk of my own, a craft-- eventually two --of my own. Work for my idle hands. Something for which to pour myself into, and to put out into the world.
I miss you, my friend. Thank you for all you did as Guildmaster.
Yours,
Mirari Corsetina
Written By Mirari
Sept. 30, 2019, 3:41 a.m.(12/6/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
Tonight I stood in my workshop covered in grime; sweat, soot, and metal shavings coating my skin. I stood before a sand mould, packed tightly and sandwiched between two pieces of steel. I watched as within that mould slowly, oh so slowly, cooling was a new alloy. My third batch made. Oh my friend, what wonders could you have worked with this? Resting safely in my workshop I have some already finished, and as I looked upon it I cannot help but think of you. I wish you could have joined us on this project. My dearest cousin Mailys, sweet Hana, Ladies Lianne and Carissa and I made this together. You would be so proud of us.
This metal is so pure, so clear it shines like a mirror.
I write now, the technique use to create this alloy in the hopes that wherever you are now, this knowledge will reach you:
To create the alloy coming to be known as "mirror-silver" one must take equal parts Stygian and Iridiscite. (Note: I have as of yet been successful in creating a stable alloy that uses unequal parts of the two metals, if someone manages to do so I would greatly love to have this knowledge. But so far nothing has panned out.)
Take equal parts Stygian and Iridiscite. First heat the Stygian to its melting point, until it becomes molten-- but becareful not to bring it to its boiling point. You do not want the Stygian to boil away. Add then the Iridescite to the molten Stygian, and mix until the two metals are fully incorporated. Pour into a metal or sand mould and allow to cool. (I have found that mirror-silver takes longer to harden fully than it's parent metals, so do not despair if it takes longer than expected.)
Once fully hardened one should have an alloy of such pure silver clarity that it is as reflective as a mirror.
((OOC: I have taken some OOC liberties on describing the process above, so please note that there may be other IC ways to create it. I used http://www.uefap.com/reading/exercise/ess3/alex2.htm as a reference on how to mix metals to create alloys and what some of the quirks of doing so might be. ))
This metal is so pure, so clear it shines like a mirror.
I write now, the technique use to create this alloy in the hopes that wherever you are now, this knowledge will reach you:
To create the alloy coming to be known as "mirror-silver" one must take equal parts Stygian and Iridiscite. (Note: I have as of yet been successful in creating a stable alloy that uses unequal parts of the two metals, if someone manages to do so I would greatly love to have this knowledge. But so far nothing has panned out.)
Take equal parts Stygian and Iridiscite. First heat the Stygian to its melting point, until it becomes molten-- but becareful not to bring it to its boiling point. You do not want the Stygian to boil away. Add then the Iridescite to the molten Stygian, and mix until the two metals are fully incorporated. Pour into a metal or sand mould and allow to cool. (I have found that mirror-silver takes longer to harden fully than it's parent metals, so do not despair if it takes longer than expected.)
Once fully hardened one should have an alloy of such pure silver clarity that it is as reflective as a mirror.
((OOC: I have taken some OOC liberties on describing the process above, so please note that there may be other IC ways to create it. I used http://www.uefap.com/reading/exercise/ess3/alex2.htm as a reference on how to mix metals to create alloys and what some of the quirks of doing so might be. ))
Written By Silas
June 30, 2019, 4:34 a.m.(5/17/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
Material gains and monuments aren't really what people remember. A true legacy is etched into the minds of others and the stories they share about you. And I suspect you've given us quite a few.
You were one of my oldest friends in the city and it does feel like a significant chapter is closing, but I don't have it in me to be wholly depressed if you've finally got to wherever you wanted to go. We grew side by side; our roots will always be tangled. I'm glad for that. I look forward to seeing you again... whenever that may be.
You were one of my oldest friends in the city and it does feel like a significant chapter is closing, but I don't have it in me to be wholly depressed if you've finally got to wherever you wanted to go. We grew side by side; our roots will always be tangled. I'm glad for that. I look forward to seeing you again... whenever that may be.
Written By Morrighan
June 29, 2019, 12:38 p.m.(5/15/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
I'll regale you all with a story, a story that I kind of mark as the beginning of my friendship with Joscelin Arterius. It begins at the Crafter's Fete that was hosted by Lady Dawn on the fifteenth day of the tenth month, 1004 A.R. (That's seven years ago.) It was two months before my twentieth birthday, and about my first whole year being in Arx after Sherrod had sent me down to help prepare the Villa the summer before. This shindig was only the second big social event I had been to, as I don't like crowds and tend to avoid them, but it was kind of an important thing, so I loitered by the entrance for a short time while I mustered up the nerve to go on in. The whiskey helped.
It was fairly busy as there were quite a few in attendance, and eventually I started to make my way over to the artisans table to join my fellow crafty compatriots. Along the way I'm pretty sure I heard Myrinda threatening to toss someone over her knee and give them an ass whooping. Think there was a finger wag in there, too. (Was that you, Silas?) I didn't quite catch Joscelin when she came in, but she found me and didn't miss a thing. She could easily tell the distress I was in, and Josie snagged my hand and said, "C'mon sharp-sweet, we'll find a place to sit."
Josie was a friendly face in a place filled with people I didn't know (mostly), in a city I was barely familiar with, and she put me at ease. Still needed a few drinks to take the edge off, but she made it manageable. So on we sat at this banquet table, which was on a raised dais, as the crafters were the guests of honor for this event. Myrinda was speaking her mind (loudly) on something I didn't quite catch, aside from it having something to do with clothes, and Josie is sitting there digging through her skirts, pulling out bottles of liquor - which was a brilliant idea I might add - and she's telling Myrinda to pipe down, snickering. "Tehom's tits," she said, "This is all my fault." Josie's always terribly creative with her swearing.
The festivities are getting under way, dinner is being plated, Dawn made her toast, and I'm adoring this beautiful jeweler for the sheer amount of booze she snuck in. Not that it was against the rules or not allowed, but I suppose she just wanted to be prepared. With the way the night was going, I was uncomfortable, I only had my flask, and I was downing my drink like I thought it was water. Josie had us covered. The night goes on, and it's really quite the event, Dawn went all out on it, there was all kinds of entertainment, music, gilded pie (not joking), and everything settles into this comfortable flow of chatter at the table. Myrinda is ruthlessly dishing out quips left and right, at Silas, at me, and Josie is just _glaring_ at her. "MYRINDA. I cannot let you out, ever, ONCE!" And Myrinda was just sitting there all smug and self-satisfied.
What brought it all on, in part, was the conversation surrounding Josie's dress that night. I made it for her, but to this day I still don't remember doing it, and I must have made it while piss drunk. It's a talent, you know. We're joking about it, and I quip that I'm an expert at most drunk anything, and it's a skill that's taken me some years to perfect. So without missing a beat, Myri just looks at me and goes, "You don't even have a few years to get that under your belt. What are you, twelve?" Ruthless, that Grayhope, I tell you. Never known a woman to have a sharper tongue than her, but I admired her for it. I can only hope I have half as much sass in about thirty more years. I got huffy, and she just looked amused. To placate me Joscelin just turns to me and says, "She's upset that I won't make an honest man of her son and ride him like a pony until I squirt out a dozen grandchildren for her. Rife with bitterness." This. This is the Joscelin Arterius that I know, and I wouldn't have her any other way.
We nearly lost Ida when that happened, almost choked to death on what she was eating - or maybe drinking- but thankfully she made it, and is still with us to this day. I'm a little less irritable, Josie's filling my flask, and I tell her that riding a man like a pony doesn't make him honest. She just continues on, explaining it to me so casually that I was partially shocked while at the same time just so damn amused. I'll not publicly note just _what_ she told me, but I daresay my inexperienced self back then was outright scandalized. There was hardly a thing she didn't say that didn't surprise me by just how blunt and explicit it was. Even seven years later, she can still stun me from time to time.
The best part of the night, is what I remember best, because it was so damn hilarious, and I think I might have embarrassed her, just a little. So there's quipping back and forth about making men honest, grandbabies, and not having that white-haired harridan for a mother-in-law or grand-dam to her children, to which Myrinda said Josie could only be so lucky. It was throughout the banter that Josie misunderstood a comment I made, and right when she was taking a bite of pork, I whispered to her, clarifying what I had meant. Josie inhaled with laughter, choked on her food, Ida's choking again from a quip Josie had made just prior to that. Everyone's choking. The latter is in between laughing and choking, and I'm sitting there, slouching, sipping away on my whiskey. I reach around to swat her on the back and absently remark, "I thought you could handle meat, Jos."
Now she's barking in laughter, the piece of pork that got lodged in her throat is sent flying across the room. "-gods damn you and your sharp little tongue, Morrighan!" She outright _cackled_. "You're _awful_!". Now Silas is half choking, I think at this point the only people who aren't are me and Myrinda. Ida's choking on her wine again, but aside from all the near death experiences people had, it was a good time. Lots of laughter, and it's definitely one of my favorite memories I have of Joscelin. I think it was at that point that I knew she was going to be someone special, as we bonded quickly, and an important presence in my life. And she was. Still is. Always will be. Forever my best friend and sister. Forever family. (Forever the foulest mouthed jeweler I've ever met, and I love her for it.)
It was fairly busy as there were quite a few in attendance, and eventually I started to make my way over to the artisans table to join my fellow crafty compatriots. Along the way I'm pretty sure I heard Myrinda threatening to toss someone over her knee and give them an ass whooping. Think there was a finger wag in there, too. (Was that you, Silas?) I didn't quite catch Joscelin when she came in, but she found me and didn't miss a thing. She could easily tell the distress I was in, and Josie snagged my hand and said, "C'mon sharp-sweet, we'll find a place to sit."
Josie was a friendly face in a place filled with people I didn't know (mostly), in a city I was barely familiar with, and she put me at ease. Still needed a few drinks to take the edge off, but she made it manageable. So on we sat at this banquet table, which was on a raised dais, as the crafters were the guests of honor for this event. Myrinda was speaking her mind (loudly) on something I didn't quite catch, aside from it having something to do with clothes, and Josie is sitting there digging through her skirts, pulling out bottles of liquor - which was a brilliant idea I might add - and she's telling Myrinda to pipe down, snickering. "Tehom's tits," she said, "This is all my fault." Josie's always terribly creative with her swearing.
The festivities are getting under way, dinner is being plated, Dawn made her toast, and I'm adoring this beautiful jeweler for the sheer amount of booze she snuck in. Not that it was against the rules or not allowed, but I suppose she just wanted to be prepared. With the way the night was going, I was uncomfortable, I only had my flask, and I was downing my drink like I thought it was water. Josie had us covered. The night goes on, and it's really quite the event, Dawn went all out on it, there was all kinds of entertainment, music, gilded pie (not joking), and everything settles into this comfortable flow of chatter at the table. Myrinda is ruthlessly dishing out quips left and right, at Silas, at me, and Josie is just _glaring_ at her. "MYRINDA. I cannot let you out, ever, ONCE!" And Myrinda was just sitting there all smug and self-satisfied.
What brought it all on, in part, was the conversation surrounding Josie's dress that night. I made it for her, but to this day I still don't remember doing it, and I must have made it while piss drunk. It's a talent, you know. We're joking about it, and I quip that I'm an expert at most drunk anything, and it's a skill that's taken me some years to perfect. So without missing a beat, Myri just looks at me and goes, "You don't even have a few years to get that under your belt. What are you, twelve?" Ruthless, that Grayhope, I tell you. Never known a woman to have a sharper tongue than her, but I admired her for it. I can only hope I have half as much sass in about thirty more years. I got huffy, and she just looked amused. To placate me Joscelin just turns to me and says, "She's upset that I won't make an honest man of her son and ride him like a pony until I squirt out a dozen grandchildren for her. Rife with bitterness." This. This is the Joscelin Arterius that I know, and I wouldn't have her any other way.
We nearly lost Ida when that happened, almost choked to death on what she was eating - or maybe drinking- but thankfully she made it, and is still with us to this day. I'm a little less irritable, Josie's filling my flask, and I tell her that riding a man like a pony doesn't make him honest. She just continues on, explaining it to me so casually that I was partially shocked while at the same time just so damn amused. I'll not publicly note just _what_ she told me, but I daresay my inexperienced self back then was outright scandalized. There was hardly a thing she didn't say that didn't surprise me by just how blunt and explicit it was. Even seven years later, she can still stun me from time to time.
The best part of the night, is what I remember best, because it was so damn hilarious, and I think I might have embarrassed her, just a little. So there's quipping back and forth about making men honest, grandbabies, and not having that white-haired harridan for a mother-in-law or grand-dam to her children, to which Myrinda said Josie could only be so lucky. It was throughout the banter that Josie misunderstood a comment I made, and right when she was taking a bite of pork, I whispered to her, clarifying what I had meant. Josie inhaled with laughter, choked on her food, Ida's choking again from a quip Josie had made just prior to that. Everyone's choking. The latter is in between laughing and choking, and I'm sitting there, slouching, sipping away on my whiskey. I reach around to swat her on the back and absently remark, "I thought you could handle meat, Jos."
Now she's barking in laughter, the piece of pork that got lodged in her throat is sent flying across the room. "-gods damn you and your sharp little tongue, Morrighan!" She outright _cackled_. "You're _awful_!". Now Silas is half choking, I think at this point the only people who aren't are me and Myrinda. Ida's choking on her wine again, but aside from all the near death experiences people had, it was a good time. Lots of laughter, and it's definitely one of my favorite memories I have of Joscelin. I think it was at that point that I knew she was going to be someone special, as we bonded quickly, and an important presence in my life. And she was. Still is. Always will be. Forever my best friend and sister. Forever family. (Forever the foulest mouthed jeweler I've ever met, and I love her for it.)
Written By Rysen
June 28, 2019, 12:45 p.m.(5/13/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
Though I cannot say I met her,
No soul born Crovane
Could ever live to speaking years
Without honoring the name
Of Joscelin Arterius,
Who when our home was razed,
Raised with all her genius arts
A new home from the blaze.
Wrought of stone from mountains,
To keep our people safe,
Her work defies the Gyre,
And restored honor to Crovane.
Even now in Stormwall,
Craftsfolk study at the school
Named after her in honor
To continue her pursuits,
And though I say I knew her not,
Still truly I will miss
Her journals in the Whites that spoke
Of work and friends and kids.
She truly was the pinnacle
Of Arvum's art and craft,
And a mother like no other,
Who now walks a hidden path.
Wherever it may take her,
We of Stormwall won't forget
The legacy she left with us,
Her fame forever shall persist.
No soul born Crovane
Could ever live to speaking years
Without honoring the name
Of Joscelin Arterius,
Who when our home was razed,
Raised with all her genius arts
A new home from the blaze.
Wrought of stone from mountains,
To keep our people safe,
Her work defies the Gyre,
And restored honor to Crovane.
Even now in Stormwall,
Craftsfolk study at the school
Named after her in honor
To continue her pursuits,
And though I say I knew her not,
Still truly I will miss
Her journals in the Whites that spoke
Of work and friends and kids.
She truly was the pinnacle
Of Arvum's art and craft,
And a mother like no other,
Who now walks a hidden path.
Wherever it may take her,
We of Stormwall won't forget
The legacy she left with us,
Her fame forever shall persist.
Written By Ajax
June 28, 2019, 4:21 a.m.(5/13/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
I remember my first night in this city proper. Overwhelmed by the crowds, the noise, the fact you can easily run into a Prince or Princess daily. Then I meet you, and Scout Nova and we have a pleasant chat.
You two were the first people I met in this city and you were always good to me. For that? I have nothing but genuine gratitude. Wherever you go? I hope you find happiness. You deserve it.
You two were the first people I met in this city and you were always good to me. For that? I have nothing but genuine gratitude. Wherever you go? I hope you find happiness. You deserve it.
Written By Hana
June 28, 2019, 4:01 a.m.(5/13/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
How do you fit six years into a single journal? How do you capture someone so important without an entire book of words? What can I write so that twenty years from now, I can read it and remember this moment perfectly? What can I possibly say so that if someone reads this journal five hundred years from now, looking to know more about Joscelin Arterius, they'll understand what she meant to me? To all of us?
I don't know; I don't think I'm a writer, or a poet, or a playwright, or someone who's really all that good with words sometimes. But I'm going to try anyway.
Six years ago (and sixteen years younger) after my mother Phyllida died, I came to Arx looking for the father I'd never met; I found so much more family than I expected. I learned I had an uncle, a grandmother, and two aunts.
I met those two aunts at the same time I met my father; Joscelin Arterius and Ianthe Artusio were sitting at a table in the Traders Tavern with Aureth when I approached him to tell him who I was. I ended up wearing the mouthful of cider he'd been drinking when I told him, and Aunt Josie handed me a napkin, and introduced Ianthe and herself as my aunts. They weren't kin by blood, but she meant it.
She became guildmaster of the Crafters Guild not long after I arrived, and helped me settle in. When I wanted to apprentice for a while, in order to learn how to apply the smithing techniques I'd learned, Aunt Josie was the one who found me a place. When I decided I was ready to open the Storied Blade on my own, it was Aunt Josie who helped me get the shop built. When I needed funds to get the materials to start making blades for the shop, it was Aunt Josie who loaned me the money. It was Aunt Josie whose jewelry inspired me to more elegant designs for the blades I made. Who I am now, what I can make, is because she inspired me.
When my father took his vows as godsworn, Uncle Fortunato talked about my own calling towards Jayus, and he asked what I wanted. I gave him three answers -- all about why I make things -- and one of them was this:
"I want to make things that inspire people, or make them feel the way I did when I saw Prism's bird that you brought to show me flying around the room. That makes their imagination come alive."
I'd only known Aunt Josie for a bit over a year by then, but that answer has her mark on it just as much as any piece of jewelry she made. Even back then, she inspired me to want to inspire others.
There was more than just inspiration, of course; she was family. She showed me how to give someone unconditional support and love; I tried to be there for her in return when our family lost so many people. My grandmother, Myrinda. Aunt Ianthe. My friend, Dame Zhayla, who had pretty much become an honorary Grayhope. Grief tempered the metal of our relationship, making it stronger.
I always called her Aunt Josie, but by the end... if I divided my life into two parts, the time before I came to Arx, and everything since, then I would say I had a mother in each; Phyllida Tinker before I came here, and Joscelin Arterius afterwards. And I knew she felt the same, but it still felt good to hear the first time she told me that. Even if I know I sometimes made her frantic with worry over some of the things I've done!
And now she's gone away, and I'm not quite sure what the right way is to say goodbye. When I'm acting as a Disciple in the Shrine of Jayus, sometimes I tell people "may Jayus gift you inspiration" when they leave. But I can't say that here, because I know he already has, more inspiration than one person can contain; she had so much she overflowed, sharing it with the rest of us. She gave me enough love and inspiration in six years to last the rest of my lifetime.
And yet the last thing she ever told me, in a letter she gave me before she left, was that /I/ inspired /her/. Coming from Aunt Josie, who inspired so much of who I am today, and what I do... that's the greatest compliment I think I could ever receive.
I guess I'll just end with this: You leave a hole behind you, because no one else can ever replace you. But a hole can be filled with water and become a lake; the hole you leave behind is filled with love, and beauty, and inspiration. I'll miss you so much. But every time I go to that lake, or see someone else visit it, I'll smile.
Thank you, mom. Bye.
I don't know; I don't think I'm a writer, or a poet, or a playwright, or someone who's really all that good with words sometimes. But I'm going to try anyway.
Six years ago (and sixteen years younger) after my mother Phyllida died, I came to Arx looking for the father I'd never met; I found so much more family than I expected. I learned I had an uncle, a grandmother, and two aunts.
I met those two aunts at the same time I met my father; Joscelin Arterius and Ianthe Artusio were sitting at a table in the Traders Tavern with Aureth when I approached him to tell him who I was. I ended up wearing the mouthful of cider he'd been drinking when I told him, and Aunt Josie handed me a napkin, and introduced Ianthe and herself as my aunts. They weren't kin by blood, but she meant it.
She became guildmaster of the Crafters Guild not long after I arrived, and helped me settle in. When I wanted to apprentice for a while, in order to learn how to apply the smithing techniques I'd learned, Aunt Josie was the one who found me a place. When I decided I was ready to open the Storied Blade on my own, it was Aunt Josie who helped me get the shop built. When I needed funds to get the materials to start making blades for the shop, it was Aunt Josie who loaned me the money. It was Aunt Josie whose jewelry inspired me to more elegant designs for the blades I made. Who I am now, what I can make, is because she inspired me.
When my father took his vows as godsworn, Uncle Fortunato talked about my own calling towards Jayus, and he asked what I wanted. I gave him three answers -- all about why I make things -- and one of them was this:
"I want to make things that inspire people, or make them feel the way I did when I saw Prism's bird that you brought to show me flying around the room. That makes their imagination come alive."
I'd only known Aunt Josie for a bit over a year by then, but that answer has her mark on it just as much as any piece of jewelry she made. Even back then, she inspired me to want to inspire others.
There was more than just inspiration, of course; she was family. She showed me how to give someone unconditional support and love; I tried to be there for her in return when our family lost so many people. My grandmother, Myrinda. Aunt Ianthe. My friend, Dame Zhayla, who had pretty much become an honorary Grayhope. Grief tempered the metal of our relationship, making it stronger.
I always called her Aunt Josie, but by the end... if I divided my life into two parts, the time before I came to Arx, and everything since, then I would say I had a mother in each; Phyllida Tinker before I came here, and Joscelin Arterius afterwards. And I knew she felt the same, but it still felt good to hear the first time she told me that. Even if I know I sometimes made her frantic with worry over some of the things I've done!
And now she's gone away, and I'm not quite sure what the right way is to say goodbye. When I'm acting as a Disciple in the Shrine of Jayus, sometimes I tell people "may Jayus gift you inspiration" when they leave. But I can't say that here, because I know he already has, more inspiration than one person can contain; she had so much she overflowed, sharing it with the rest of us. She gave me enough love and inspiration in six years to last the rest of my lifetime.
And yet the last thing she ever told me, in a letter she gave me before she left, was that /I/ inspired /her/. Coming from Aunt Josie, who inspired so much of who I am today, and what I do... that's the greatest compliment I think I could ever receive.
I guess I'll just end with this: You leave a hole behind you, because no one else can ever replace you. But a hole can be filled with water and become a lake; the hole you leave behind is filled with love, and beauty, and inspiration. I'll miss you so much. But every time I go to that lake, or see someone else visit it, I'll smile.
Thank you, mom. Bye.
Written By Maja
June 28, 2019, 12:48 a.m.(5/12/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
Guildmaster Joscelin.
We designed so many items of jewelry together. I would come to you with a wisp of an idea and you always managed to transform it into something beyond my imagination. I was -- and continue to be -- overcome by awe at your skill. But it was your altruistic graciousness that made you truly special and set you apart from all others.
When I was first starting out as a merchant, you gave me seed money to get my business started. You didn't know me -- I was a stranger to you -- but you did not hesitate to help. It wasn't a loan, you told me. It was a gift. I will never forget your kindness and the part you played in my life. You helped me place my foot on the path to success; you were responsible for me taking that first step. Who would I be today without your aid? Probably still poor, hungry, and desperate.
We were supposed to get a drink together but life kept our schedules so busy. Every so often, we would exchange messages, declaring that we needed to get together -- soon! It was always 'soon'. But soon never came and I will regret, always, that I did not simply make the time.
So I sit here now, opposite a glass of wine that belongs to you, and raise my glass to you:
Thank you, Joscelin. Thank you for everything.
Cheers.
We designed so many items of jewelry together. I would come to you with a wisp of an idea and you always managed to transform it into something beyond my imagination. I was -- and continue to be -- overcome by awe at your skill. But it was your altruistic graciousness that made you truly special and set you apart from all others.
When I was first starting out as a merchant, you gave me seed money to get my business started. You didn't know me -- I was a stranger to you -- but you did not hesitate to help. It wasn't a loan, you told me. It was a gift. I will never forget your kindness and the part you played in my life. You helped me place my foot on the path to success; you were responsible for me taking that first step. Who would I be today without your aid? Probably still poor, hungry, and desperate.
We were supposed to get a drink together but life kept our schedules so busy. Every so often, we would exchange messages, declaring that we needed to get together -- soon! It was always 'soon'. But soon never came and I will regret, always, that I did not simply make the time.
So I sit here now, opposite a glass of wine that belongs to you, and raise my glass to you:
Thank you, Joscelin. Thank you for everything.
Cheers.
Written By Skye
June 27, 2019, 11:45 p.m.(5/12/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
I would not be where I am today without the generous contributions you provided. You rallied your crafters, found tradesmen willing to help me rebuild and provided me a different perspective that influenced my interactions. There are so many ways you help me grow into the leader I am today.
I shall make sure that House Blackshore will remember for future generations.
I shall make sure that House Blackshore will remember for future generations.
Written By Fortunato
June 27, 2019, 9:19 p.m.(5/12/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
I don't know what to think. Or to say.
But I'm going to try this bracelet thing. Distilling people's stories into a bit of metal they can keep with them.
It's something you would've liked, maybe.
But I'm going to try this bracelet thing. Distilling people's stories into a bit of metal they can keep with them.
It's something you would've liked, maybe.
Written By Ida
June 27, 2019, 9:37 a.m.(5/11/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
How do you say good-bye to one of the most constant things in your life? You don't, really. You say, 'farewell for now' or 'see you soon' even if you're not sure how long 'soon' may truly be.
Joscelin defies description. My work wife and dearest friend, the exuberance to my reserve, the wicked humor to foil my Oathlands diffidence, the stealer of my hammers and giddy mischief maker in those exact times that I needed something to laugh about. The forger of my Hammer of the West badge, bestowed upon me with my knighthood from Prince Edain. So many years of gossip and laughter and tears.
Memories of us as much younger women, sweeping out old buildings that we would turn into our livelihoods and homes. The loves of craft and partners and friends that ushered down our little stretch of the Merchant Road, the whiskey drunk, the shouts of joy and rage, the arched brows that said, 'oh, here we go,' when no one else knew we were sharing that thought between us.
Our friendship is a veritable life all its own, bound in a love so deep and honest and full of delight that it almost can not be put to things so simple as words. My fiercest defender, my partner in so many things, my sister of metal and creation.
There is no good-bye when someone will always be with you, part of your heart and soul in a most tangible way. When loyalty and adoration will have you cross the world to be beside them if needed and without question.
My grief is only dimmed by my sincere joy for what lays ahead for you. Your chair will remain next to mine, as has always been, until you return to sit in it beside me again and your mischief brightens Arx once more.
Joscelin defies description. My work wife and dearest friend, the exuberance to my reserve, the wicked humor to foil my Oathlands diffidence, the stealer of my hammers and giddy mischief maker in those exact times that I needed something to laugh about. The forger of my Hammer of the West badge, bestowed upon me with my knighthood from Prince Edain. So many years of gossip and laughter and tears.
Memories of us as much younger women, sweeping out old buildings that we would turn into our livelihoods and homes. The loves of craft and partners and friends that ushered down our little stretch of the Merchant Road, the whiskey drunk, the shouts of joy and rage, the arched brows that said, 'oh, here we go,' when no one else knew we were sharing that thought between us.
Our friendship is a veritable life all its own, bound in a love so deep and honest and full of delight that it almost can not be put to things so simple as words. My fiercest defender, my partner in so many things, my sister of metal and creation.
There is no good-bye when someone will always be with you, part of your heart and soul in a most tangible way. When loyalty and adoration will have you cross the world to be beside them if needed and without question.
My grief is only dimmed by my sincere joy for what lays ahead for you. Your chair will remain next to mine, as has always been, until you return to sit in it beside me again and your mischief brightens Arx once more.
Written By Magpie
June 27, 2019, 9:10 a.m.(5/11/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
Another that I've come to call family is leaving. I said cruel things to her when I should have been giving hugs and wishing the best. Maybe that's why this keeps happening? Because I can't keep my damned mouth shut?
I mean, I know she saw past my attitude, she sent me a letter at the last moment. I know things are fine and I know that she will be fine. Everything is fine. We got high together.
The greater the pain, the greater the loss, right? One after another, ripped away by powers outside your control. I don't write many whites these days but I'm angry and I want the world to know it.
Is Grayhope forever destined to be bound as a place of temporary refuge? We've had our inn since the beginning of Arx. People come through for a brief stay, and other times they stay for years. It's not always the safest place, and certainly not the most welcoming (at least where the actual inn is concerned), but we've looked past blood and past lineage (or lack thereof). I'm not going to offer free drinks to everyone, the Crafter's Guild can pay for that. But if you want to talk about how Josie inspired you, there might be a drink earned there, if the story is *good.* I need something to pull me out of this mood.
I mean, I know she saw past my attitude, she sent me a letter at the last moment. I know things are fine and I know that she will be fine. Everything is fine. We got high together.
The greater the pain, the greater the loss, right? One after another, ripped away by powers outside your control. I don't write many whites these days but I'm angry and I want the world to know it.
Is Grayhope forever destined to be bound as a place of temporary refuge? We've had our inn since the beginning of Arx. People come through for a brief stay, and other times they stay for years. It's not always the safest place, and certainly not the most welcoming (at least where the actual inn is concerned), but we've looked past blood and past lineage (or lack thereof). I'm not going to offer free drinks to everyone, the Crafter's Guild can pay for that. But if you want to talk about how Josie inspired you, there might be a drink earned there, if the story is *good.* I need something to pull me out of this mood.
Written By Morrighan
June 27, 2019, 9:08 a.m.(5/11/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
Oh, Josie.
I know well that when you are given a call, it must be answered, and there's no stopping it. In life there is always change, sometimes good, sometimes bad, and sometimes it's what we need, regardless of either. This is the sort I never really anticipated, in my mind I thought you'd be here forever. I have to admit it took the breath from me harder than any punch to the gut I've had. Now I'm at a loss. My heart breaks a little that you've left, that another part of my family is no longer close, and I've no idea where you're going. I can't help but worry if you and the children will be okay, or if you'll come across any trouble, or when you'll be back. I'm overjoyed for you, for the path you've now found for yourself, but I mourn your absence. I feel blessed that our paths were able to converge for as long as they did, and in that time you very much became a sister to me. Until the time comes your path brings you back around, I'll be waiting to welcome you and the children home. Safe travels, Josie. I'll miss you.
Now I need a drink.
I know well that when you are given a call, it must be answered, and there's no stopping it. In life there is always change, sometimes good, sometimes bad, and sometimes it's what we need, regardless of either. This is the sort I never really anticipated, in my mind I thought you'd be here forever. I have to admit it took the breath from me harder than any punch to the gut I've had. Now I'm at a loss. My heart breaks a little that you've left, that another part of my family is no longer close, and I've no idea where you're going. I can't help but worry if you and the children will be okay, or if you'll come across any trouble, or when you'll be back. I'm overjoyed for you, for the path you've now found for yourself, but I mourn your absence. I feel blessed that our paths were able to converge for as long as they did, and in that time you very much became a sister to me. Until the time comes your path brings you back around, I'll be waiting to welcome you and the children home. Safe travels, Josie. I'll miss you.
Now I need a drink.
Written By Rinel
June 27, 2019, 2:13 a.m.(5/11/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
Though I never had the honour of witnessing you at work, Goodwoman, I was outside the Cathedral today. There is a memory of unsurpassed beauty now within my mind--and I do not believe such a vision can have a purely mortal origin.
I know not where you go, or what you have discovered, but you go there with my thanks and my blessing.
I know not where you go, or what you have discovered, but you go there with my thanks and my blessing.
Written By Vincenzo
June 25, 2019, 6:27 p.m.(5/8/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
You're like the guiding star, ever present for those wanting to seek you out. May Jayus send a dream to you that is frightening in how it will challenge you, but ultimately see you grow into something even more than you are today.
Written By Ajax
June 7, 2019, 1:08 a.m.(3/27/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
I won't lie to you. I was expecting knitting, I don't know. If I survive that long to actually retire. But if I do? Maybe that's what I will end up doing.
Written By Aureth
June 4, 2019, 10:06 p.m.(3/22/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
I strongly encourage any artisan to take the lessons of Myrinda Grayhope when it comes to customers of any kind who give you lip or treat you with less than the respect you deserve.
If they are unworthy of your art, deny it to them. Your clientele is entitled to nothing of you that you do not choose to give. If this makes it hard for you to have bread
If they are unworthy of your art, deny it to them. Your clientele is entitled to nothing of you that you do not choose to give. If this makes it hard for you to have bread
Written By Ajax
June 2, 2019, 5:55 p.m.(3/18/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
You know. I really can't picture what it'd be like to retire. If my job doesn't kill me I will do the same one day. That comes for me I don't know what I will fill my time with. I wonder what you'll do.
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