Written By Josephine
Feb. 15, 2019, 5:52 p.m.(7/28/1010 AR)
There is a profound sense of joy that I am filled with when I am called to create something that will be placed upon the finger of another when they are asked to bind their hands. Noble or commoner, I care not. These pieces? These are pieces that the whole of my heart is thrown behind and I confess, perhaps they get filled before others. Wedding bands are such personal things, so unique. I like to hear the story of how they met, to know how the one will ask the other. To take the personality or the desires, and make something truly unique. The embodiment of them as a pair.
Congratulations.
You have some of my finest and favourite work upon your finger. Now to stop rubbing my thumb upon my own wedding band. It never quite goes away, that longing. I am grateful for the time we had. Do take care of them up there. Till one day I join you. Till then, I've more things to make for more people to give to those they love. Even if it's themselves.
Congratulations.
You have some of my finest and favourite work upon your finger. Now to stop rubbing my thumb upon my own wedding band. It never quite goes away, that longing. I am grateful for the time we had. Do take care of them up there. Till one day I join you. Till then, I've more things to make for more people to give to those they love. Even if it's themselves.
Written By Jennyva
Feb. 15, 2019, 4:29 p.m.(7/28/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Delilah
So that's where the pies went!
Written By Lisebet
Feb. 15, 2019, 3:34 p.m.(7/28/1010 AR)
A quiet week spent studying and dealing with wedding preparations... this is not a bad thing. But I do wonder what is going to happen next.
Written By Amari
Feb. 15, 2019, 3:26 p.m.(7/28/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Venturo
Pay no mind to Venturo's warning. Taking a spin on wheelie horse is great fun and not potentially fatal at all. Although, admittedly, I should have insisted he wear a helmet and padding.
I did apologize after he regained consciousness!
I did apologize after he regained consciousness!
Written By Caspian
Feb. 15, 2019, 2:51 p.m.(7/28/1010 AR)
Did you hear I'm married? Yes, I am, to a beautiful woman named Lore. Be jealous!
Written By Niklas
Feb. 15, 2019, 2:38 p.m.(7/28/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Shard
So the head of state of a foreign nation is leading an army on Arvum's soil?
Neat.
Neat.
Written By Rysen
Feb. 15, 2019, 12:19 p.m.(7/28/1010 AR)
I recently had the privilege of meeting Princess Sorrel, though, not for the first time in my life, I wish I had drunk significantly less ale beforehand. In all that has been said in fable or romance of warrior princesses, Sorrel exceeds them all. She arrived with a vast retinue, smiled, drank, and spoke warmly on the subjects of which I had inquired - yet never did her aura of dignity and power wane. She mentioned teaching at the Bard's College, and I shall look forward to seeing her there in the future, and, perhaps having the opportunity to hear her sing.
Before taking her leave, the Princess introduced me to Gianna Whisper, the Nightingale of the Bard's College. I find it... difficult to describe Gianna. Unlike the Princess, she was not warm, and yet was not unkind. All of her words and actions seemed calculated. She seems to me a woman wearing a mask - and what is it that lies beneath that mask? A sensitive soul, wounded, perhaps, by some trauma of her past? A scheming spirit of malice, moving pawns towards some insidious end? Or is it merely some natural disposition she has had since birth, such that no word, expression or action should arise but through her conscious will? Or something else entirely?
This much, though, I can say about the Nightingale of the Bard's College: she inspires a desire to push one's artistic limits, to crack that impenetrable mask, and force, through all the power of passionate and soaring verse, smiles, tears or laughter, and prove that one's art can touch even the most guarded of hearts.
In response to my inquiries into the Bard's College, Gianna asked me to perform a poem on the spot. I recited a sonnet in the old courtly style, and, though I am unsure of her true reaction, it seemed to have been enough to grant me admission into that institution. But I swear to you, O gods and spirits of high arts - if that simple sonnet was enough to grant entry, I will shower the Nightingale's College in verse such that its renown shall never fade, and should a thousand years pass, poets will look to our time, and say, "that was the golden age of poetry in Arvum."
Before taking her leave, the Princess introduced me to Gianna Whisper, the Nightingale of the Bard's College. I find it... difficult to describe Gianna. Unlike the Princess, she was not warm, and yet was not unkind. All of her words and actions seemed calculated. She seems to me a woman wearing a mask - and what is it that lies beneath that mask? A sensitive soul, wounded, perhaps, by some trauma of her past? A scheming spirit of malice, moving pawns towards some insidious end? Or is it merely some natural disposition she has had since birth, such that no word, expression or action should arise but through her conscious will? Or something else entirely?
This much, though, I can say about the Nightingale of the Bard's College: she inspires a desire to push one's artistic limits, to crack that impenetrable mask, and force, through all the power of passionate and soaring verse, smiles, tears or laughter, and prove that one's art can touch even the most guarded of hearts.
In response to my inquiries into the Bard's College, Gianna asked me to perform a poem on the spot. I recited a sonnet in the old courtly style, and, though I am unsure of her true reaction, it seemed to have been enough to grant me admission into that institution. But I swear to you, O gods and spirits of high arts - if that simple sonnet was enough to grant entry, I will shower the Nightingale's College in verse such that its renown shall never fade, and should a thousand years pass, poets will look to our time, and say, "that was the golden age of poetry in Arvum."
Written By Karadoc
Feb. 15, 2019, 11:36 a.m.(7/28/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Sabine
Scholars, it's a shame truly -- I think that my imperturbable wife may have taken ill. Although, I'll not say that to her face. I'm not stupid.
Written By Karadoc
Feb. 15, 2019, 11:33 a.m.(7/28/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Lycoris
Such happy news has made it's way to the palazzo. Tessere's liege-lord, Marquis Duncan Hawkmour, has found himself a match. I sincerely pray to all the Thirteen that the Marquessa Lycoris be welcomed within the city, where I hope she finds her way and flourishes amongst us.
Written By Teagan
Feb. 15, 2019, 10:32 a.m.(7/28/1010 AR)
I fear I live in a world gone mad, where men wear pride as armor and rally behind would-be murderers.
My sleep is fitful, dreams full of forests on fire and rivers of blood. Of death lists so long they spill off my desk, with the unfettered ambition crushing my fingers and pen so to not complete the letters of sympathy and apology. What are we become in the face of ambition and pride?
My sleep is fitful, dreams full of forests on fire and rivers of blood. Of death lists so long they spill off my desk, with the unfettered ambition crushing my fingers and pen so to not complete the letters of sympathy and apology. What are we become in the face of ambition and pride?
Written By Delilah
Feb. 15, 2019, 10:02 a.m.(7/28/1010 AR)
Petal makes the most amazing pies. I am starving. Let it be known forever more that she's not only good at making clothes, but food to stain your clothes. If only aeterna shifts weren't so expensive!
Written By Gretchen
Feb. 15, 2019, 8:57 a.m.(7/27/1010 AR)
It's true. I'm amazing. How nice people are starting to notice.
Written By Gretchen
Feb. 15, 2019, 8:57 a.m.(7/27/1010 AR)
It's very different trying to put down roots somewhere. I've been on the road longer than I can remember having only my wagon to call home and picking up for a new horizon every few days--sometimes sooner depending on how welcoming the crowd was. I've seen a great many things and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't itching to get back out there again, that there wasn't a part of me that longs to see what's beyond the curve in the road, beyond the walls of this city, what's still waiting out there and yearning to be seen and heard.
But, we all have to come home sometime. I've got a store now and cousin Tessa was nice enough to let me park my wagon on her lawn. I can see the promise in this city and it is ever bit as exciting as the promise of the unknown. Mostly. It's a new unknown, which means I am somewhat suspicious of it, but this place is growing on me. People sure do seem to have a lot of silver to spare.
Which reminds me to set up payments to the Nightingale and the Faith. A little charity goes a long way. So I'm told.
But, we all have to come home sometime. I've got a store now and cousin Tessa was nice enough to let me park my wagon on her lawn. I can see the promise in this city and it is ever bit as exciting as the promise of the unknown. Mostly. It's a new unknown, which means I am somewhat suspicious of it, but this place is growing on me. People sure do seem to have a lot of silver to spare.
Which reminds me to set up payments to the Nightingale and the Faith. A little charity goes a long way. So I'm told.
Written By Martino
Feb. 15, 2019, 7:58 a.m.(7/27/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Domonico
Truly nothing but pride flows through me upon hearing and hearing of brother-mine's role as Voice. His tireless work maintaining the Naval Fleet and ensuring the protection of the coat has him already possessing a-many of the traits required to be a good leader.
Written By Shard
Feb. 15, 2019, 4:36 a.m.(7/27/1010 AR)
I'll make this short. Baron Audric De Lire is gone. That means I'm officially taking control of the Valorous Few as the new Captain General. That will last until if or when I find someone who can do the job better than I can--who I can also stand to be in the same room with for more than a minute.
We're not taking time off for mourning or anything like that. There are mouths to feed. If you have contracts, bring them to me. If you had agreements with Audric involving the Valorous Few, bring them to me, and we'll talk. If you somehow owe the Valorous Few money, I'm going to find out about it, so you'd best bring that to me before I bring it to you.
If you're sad about him being dead and want to honor him in some way, I'm going to arrange something in the way he'd want. Someone else might want to do something more solemn and official, I don't care. They can do that too.
We're not taking time off for mourning or anything like that. There are mouths to feed. If you have contracts, bring them to me. If you had agreements with Audric involving the Valorous Few, bring them to me, and we'll talk. If you somehow owe the Valorous Few money, I'm going to find out about it, so you'd best bring that to me before I bring it to you.
If you're sad about him being dead and want to honor him in some way, I'm going to arrange something in the way he'd want. Someone else might want to do something more solemn and official, I don't care. They can do that too.
Written By Aleksei
Feb. 15, 2019, 2:09 a.m.(7/27/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Saedrus
I don't know if the words even exist for what lives in my heart. Nothing about us has ever been easy, but it's always been worth it. And no matter what comes, it will always have been worth it.
But come home again someday. Even if it's not to me.
I love you.
But come home again someday. Even if it's not to me.
I love you.
Written By Reynir
Feb. 15, 2019, 12:54 a.m.(7/27/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Josephine
Jo yo do show me the oddest things sometimes, Can't imagine anyone I'd rather have as a mentor in this damn city.
Written By Alarissa
Feb. 15, 2019, 12:06 a.m.(7/27/1010 AR)
What did he eat...
Why does he smell like... squirrel.
Why does he smell like... squirrel.
Written By Venturo
Feb. 14, 2019, 7:30 p.m.(7/26/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Amari
I would recommend caution in allowing the Lady Amari to take you on a spin of 'wheelie horse' ... not only did I look ridiculous, the rebound of the lance nearly tore my arm from its shoulder!
Written By Klaus
Feb. 14, 2019, 6:30 p.m.(7/26/1010 AR)
I am in need of a dressmaker to put me me in the best gown possible in the offhand (fairly likely) chance I loose the contest to my wife and fail the most divine drink of brown nut ale.
Also an apothicary to brew me the strongest drink a man can take and survive to take after kissing my horse should I (will) loose.
Also an apothicary to brew me the strongest drink a man can take and survive to take after kissing my horse should I (will) loose.
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