Written By Klaus
Feb. 14, 2019, 6:02 p.m.(7/26/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Coraline
Does it make me a bad person I really wanted to spend a lot of silver on tossing my wife off a plank into fake shark laden waters?
They would be fake sharks, unlike the ones which came after me when she last pushed me off a boat.
They would be fake sharks, unlike the ones which came after me when she last pushed me off a boat.
Written By Klaus
Feb. 14, 2019, 5:59 p.m.(7/26/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Alarissa
I am fairly certain I saw Doreen riding the Princess Consort's cat like a war beast, cheese tucked under an arm as they sashayed down the corridor. I did not do it, I did not train her to do so. Yet somehow I think I am going to be blamed.
Written By Gregory
Feb. 14, 2019, 5:52 p.m.(7/26/1010 AR)
So this is Arx. A place of hustle and bustle. Of great buildings. Of run down hovels. Of places serving tea... I sit here in Bold Expressions writing my first entry since arriving in Arx. It has taken me longer than it should to write, really, but I got caught up with everything that has happened. I spent the majority of my first week preaching sermons to military types on behalf of the faith, which was different, but not so different that it was a great change to a regular sermon. I've met my cousin Sparte, and his partner in troublemaking Rinel, both of them seems like decent people, despite the troubles they have been in. I have met nobles, explorers, scholars, commoners and even princesses. I have learnt of the Triad of the Lost, at least, more than I knew before, and of the Canticle of the Dawn, which I am now persuing the missing verses of.
I do have a decision to make however. Do I tie myself more closing with the scholars, whom I know so many of, or do I try to spread myself out and make sure that I am able to serve as many people as possible, by expanding my circle, maybe with the Inquisition? I should meet with them and find out more.
After this tea, of course.
I do have a decision to make however. Do I tie myself more closing with the scholars, whom I know so many of, or do I try to spread myself out and make sure that I am able to serve as many people as possible, by expanding my circle, maybe with the Inquisition? I should meet with them and find out more.
After this tea, of course.
Written By Gunther
Feb. 14, 2019, 5:40 p.m.(7/26/1010 AR)
My Sally,
I think you'd be proud of me. I done my very best not to fall into my cups. I got a good job. I am helpin' folks I think what deserves it. I says my prayers. I ain't wantin' for nothin. As long as I been doin' good in honor you, my love -- I've had vittles an' a roof. I ain't doin' no one no wrong. I ain't beat no one save for mutual sport and I ain't fell into nothin' what I had to say outright no to. I'm doin' my best to do what you says I was always meant to be. You always saw it in me even when I was bling my girl -- an' even when I couldn't remember it none...
Well, you'd remember for us both.
I hope you're beamin' up there what with your smile as big dinner plate smile and them eyes. Them little wrinkles whats creeps outside your eyes was always what done my heart in. I never told you but they was always my favorite part on you. Not onna account of anything other than when I saw your eyes, and you would squint onna account you would not get your eyes checked -- you looked so eff'n loveable. Even when you was cross with me and you would furrow your brow and huff and puff them eyes and them little wrinkles. I ain't feared no one, ain't been shy of toss'n knucks against no man -- but you could melt me to butter or tear me up between them worry lines. I always read between them. That's why I always reached up and would press my thumb and stroke there when you was tryin' to sleep and had your headaches. I was just trying to erase them worries. I always wanted better for you...
I love you. I don't know how I can stands the waiting. I think maybe my new friends may help. I'll just keep puttin' one good intention in front of the other. I know we'll get there girl. Until then...
Yours forever,
Gunther
I think you'd be proud of me. I done my very best not to fall into my cups. I got a good job. I am helpin' folks I think what deserves it. I says my prayers. I ain't wantin' for nothin. As long as I been doin' good in honor you, my love -- I've had vittles an' a roof. I ain't doin' no one no wrong. I ain't beat no one save for mutual sport and I ain't fell into nothin' what I had to say outright no to. I'm doin' my best to do what you says I was always meant to be. You always saw it in me even when I was bling my girl -- an' even when I couldn't remember it none...
Well, you'd remember for us both.
I hope you're beamin' up there what with your smile as big dinner plate smile and them eyes. Them little wrinkles whats creeps outside your eyes was always what done my heart in. I never told you but they was always my favorite part on you. Not onna account of anything other than when I saw your eyes, and you would squint onna account you would not get your eyes checked -- you looked so eff'n loveable. Even when you was cross with me and you would furrow your brow and huff and puff them eyes and them little wrinkles. I ain't feared no one, ain't been shy of toss'n knucks against no man -- but you could melt me to butter or tear me up between them worry lines. I always read between them. That's why I always reached up and would press my thumb and stroke there when you was tryin' to sleep and had your headaches. I was just trying to erase them worries. I always wanted better for you...
I love you. I don't know how I can stands the waiting. I think maybe my new friends may help. I'll just keep puttin' one good intention in front of the other. I know we'll get there girl. Until then...
Yours forever,
Gunther
Written By Gunther
Feb. 14, 2019, 5:27 p.m.(7/26/1010 AR)
My Sally,
Guess somethin' is goin' on in them big muckity-muck circles. People are a whisperin' and talkin' about all the choices. I hear people just willy nilly openly gawking and yappin' their beaks about magics and all that hooey baloney.
I don't pay it no nevermind. Ain't somethin' what I care about none. Just don't think a fella like me matters when it comes to this big hoopla things. Ain't like it ever impacts ol' Gunther save we have to tighten are belts an all when vittles are hard to come by. May know so-and-so son or daughter whats been killed and what not.
Ain't sure what talkin' about it does. Ain't like we Lowers and Lesser get a say. Ain't no fancy folks ever bend no ear to what we the little people says or thinks. Onna account we are not as educated. But I ain't sure that's so. We got all sorts o' wisdoms.
All I want is for them muckity-mucks not to go and changing our Gods none. All I got left is being with you again Sally my girl an' if they mess that up I'm gonna be cross.
I don't rightly understand whats goin' on. I reckon mayhaps you do now. I reckon I'll just help thems that's nice.
Oh! I got a job! Gonna be work'n for them northern growlin' sorts. 'Cept they ain't as strange as I thought. I almost won at mud wrestlin' but my knight maybe buddy beat me down. I gave a good showin' though Sally girl.
I miss you so.
Love,
Gunther
Guess somethin' is goin' on in them big muckity-muck circles. People are a whisperin' and talkin' about all the choices. I hear people just willy nilly openly gawking and yappin' their beaks about magics and all that hooey baloney.
I don't pay it no nevermind. Ain't somethin' what I care about none. Just don't think a fella like me matters when it comes to this big hoopla things. Ain't like it ever impacts ol' Gunther save we have to tighten are belts an all when vittles are hard to come by. May know so-and-so son or daughter whats been killed and what not.
Ain't sure what talkin' about it does. Ain't like we Lowers and Lesser get a say. Ain't no fancy folks ever bend no ear to what we the little people says or thinks. Onna account we are not as educated. But I ain't sure that's so. We got all sorts o' wisdoms.
All I want is for them muckity-mucks not to go and changing our Gods none. All I got left is being with you again Sally my girl an' if they mess that up I'm gonna be cross.
I don't rightly understand whats goin' on. I reckon mayhaps you do now. I reckon I'll just help thems that's nice.
Oh! I got a job! Gonna be work'n for them northern growlin' sorts. 'Cept they ain't as strange as I thought. I almost won at mud wrestlin' but my knight maybe buddy beat me down. I gave a good showin' though Sally girl.
I miss you so.
Love,
Gunther
Written By Gunther
Feb. 14, 2019, 5:19 p.m.(7/26/1010 AR)
My dearest Sally,
I miss ya so. I gotta say I feel a little guilty but I knows you ain't wanting me to feel this way.
I kinda made some fellas that are my friends -- I think. Or I reckon they could be! And fancy folks and all. You would look at me and tell me I was in my cups again if'n I could tell you in person. Not that I could onna account of you bein' dead an' all.
This one fella, he's a knight -- I know, one of them fellas. And he is big as can be. He was raised what like I was 'cept he pushed into his share of thumpin' all sorts onna account of his size.
The other two is fancy princesses! Now now Sally girl put away your nether worldly rollin' pin it ain't like that. Them girls is nice to me onna account they just is okay people. One is a war-something. We heard stories I think her before maybe. I can kinda relate to her onna account her husband kicked it and I think she knows what its like what to be alone. 'cept she's got little ones. I said me some prayers for her and hers. Hope you, if you ain't too busy yelling up there at what I am doin -- could you look in on em'. I know you got so much love to give an' all.
One princess, she's one of them King's princesses. She gave me some help and been real friendly to me. You know though, I ain't sure why she is so friendly -- but she sure has been nice.
Some others here and there too.
Wish we was here together. Or even just you.
You'd be so happy my girl.
I'd be happy just if'n we could be together. Just one last time. I miss you so.
Love,
Gunther
I miss ya so. I gotta say I feel a little guilty but I knows you ain't wanting me to feel this way.
I kinda made some fellas that are my friends -- I think. Or I reckon they could be! And fancy folks and all. You would look at me and tell me I was in my cups again if'n I could tell you in person. Not that I could onna account of you bein' dead an' all.
This one fella, he's a knight -- I know, one of them fellas. And he is big as can be. He was raised what like I was 'cept he pushed into his share of thumpin' all sorts onna account of his size.
The other two is fancy princesses! Now now Sally girl put away your nether worldly rollin' pin it ain't like that. Them girls is nice to me onna account they just is okay people. One is a war-something. We heard stories I think her before maybe. I can kinda relate to her onna account her husband kicked it and I think she knows what its like what to be alone. 'cept she's got little ones. I said me some prayers for her and hers. Hope you, if you ain't too busy yelling up there at what I am doin -- could you look in on em'. I know you got so much love to give an' all.
One princess, she's one of them King's princesses. She gave me some help and been real friendly to me. You know though, I ain't sure why she is so friendly -- but she sure has been nice.
Some others here and there too.
Wish we was here together. Or even just you.
You'd be so happy my girl.
I'd be happy just if'n we could be together. Just one last time. I miss you so.
Love,
Gunther
Written By Karadoc
Feb. 14, 2019, 4:31 p.m.(7/26/1010 AR)
An addition to my will, Scholars: If something dreadful should occur and there are what remains left of what was previously me -- I immodestly request that they be added to a barrel of Southern Thunder, sealed up, and set afloat at sea. That sounds like quite the happy ending. Drunk and on a pleasure cruise.
Written By Alarissa
Feb. 14, 2019, 2:07 p.m.(7/26/1010 AR)
Eleven point two.
Blessed be the Gods. To think that two weeks ago, we were half past ten and before that, just shy of ten million.
The generosity of a few each week brings me probably not as near the amount of joy that the children or their parents must feel when they see the bond bought and then struck. Between the tomes pf childrens tales, the donations, the standing weekly donations - this week they rose from seven thousand to twelve alone.
Lady Lisebet has been steadfast in her determination to see writs pressed into a messengers palm each week. Brady Grayhope has kept his promise, and three quarters of his salary makes it's way to thrax's coffers and then into the coinbox. Lady Sanya, a surprise and yet, there it is without fail each week. Marquise rymarr wrote this morning, pledging the entirety of his stipend from the Iron guard. As he wrote, he does not need it, he does as he does because it should be done, so thus he gives to see the end of childhood thralldom a little bit closer. Master Sparte, ever steadfast and the same to be said for Lady Mikani.
I will note, House Crovane.
The messenger I received stole my breath away for one moment in my gloom and a ray of sun shone down. three hundred thousand. Across the isles, this week alone, five hundred and fifty children thus far will have their bonds struck.
Can I do this in five years?
To ambitious to see it done in three?
Blessed be the Gods. To think that two weeks ago, we were half past ten and before that, just shy of ten million.
The generosity of a few each week brings me probably not as near the amount of joy that the children or their parents must feel when they see the bond bought and then struck. Between the tomes pf childrens tales, the donations, the standing weekly donations - this week they rose from seven thousand to twelve alone.
Lady Lisebet has been steadfast in her determination to see writs pressed into a messengers palm each week. Brady Grayhope has kept his promise, and three quarters of his salary makes it's way to thrax's coffers and then into the coinbox. Lady Sanya, a surprise and yet, there it is without fail each week. Marquise rymarr wrote this morning, pledging the entirety of his stipend from the Iron guard. As he wrote, he does not need it, he does as he does because it should be done, so thus he gives to see the end of childhood thralldom a little bit closer. Master Sparte, ever steadfast and the same to be said for Lady Mikani.
I will note, House Crovane.
The messenger I received stole my breath away for one moment in my gloom and a ray of sun shone down. three hundred thousand. Across the isles, this week alone, five hundred and fifty children thus far will have their bonds struck.
Can I do this in five years?
To ambitious to see it done in three?
Written By Monique
Feb. 14, 2019, 1:37 p.m.(7/26/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Willow
The Gilded Page is extremely honored to host the work of Lady Willow Nightgold in the cultural stacks. 'Of Elves and Men' is an insightful tome, as brilliant as the Lady whose hand penned it, and sure to give a better understanding to those who are fortunate enough to borrow it from the library.
Written By Tikva
Feb. 14, 2019, 1:04 p.m.(7/26/1010 AR)
When I was a little girl, at Brighthold, the sea was the horizon, and the sky was the limit. Imagination was everything. There was really no limit to how high my heart could soar or how far my imagination could reach. I was conscious of the gift I had been given, the gift of a family, the gift of a future. I don't know that I've ever entirely outgrown that consciousness.
Now, as a Princess of Grayson, I turn that same gaze inward, into the depths of this family that has taken me in and elevated me and shown me how to grow. Perhaps in this way, I can find adventures all unlooked for, in a direction I didn't expect.
Now, as a Princess of Grayson, I turn that same gaze inward, into the depths of this family that has taken me in and elevated me and shown me how to grow. Perhaps in this way, I can find adventures all unlooked for, in a direction I didn't expect.
Written By Quenia
Feb. 14, 2019, 11:44 a.m.(7/26/1010 AR)
We finally received the last shipment of wine, and we should be all set for the Igniseri Wine Extravaganza that is happening this weekend. I've counted the bottles, and double counted them myself, and we've an even 30 bottles of each of the three wines we'll be showcasing. We're rereleasing Zephyr's of Spring, and then debuting a lovely peach wine, as well as a lovely black cherry and black currant wine. The vintners have worked very hard in order to ensure that everything would arrive in time, and I couldn't be more pleased.
In the meantime, I've acquired some of that luxury brocade. I'm deciding what I should be doing with it. I consider the cloth an enigma right now. I also acquired some umbra, some luxury metal, some precious stones, and a dawnstone. I am planning on having these materials made into something to be raffled off the night of the Extravaganza - which I'll announce later this evening - after everything is appropriately designed.
The proceeds from the raffle will go towards the agricultural center that House Igniseri is building in Granato. We aim to have it dedicated to Lagoma, Petrichor, and Mangata, and will it will be part of the Pilgrim's path. I've already gotten approval by the Faith for this project, after speaking to Legate Ailith. I've many, many petitions in to different houses and organizations whom I hope will be interested in helping with this project. It will be, to say the least, massive in scope.
We are already planning on taking in some additional refugees, with the help of the Arvum Refugee Relief Group, to help with the labor of the agricultural center. We'll have other work for them as well, after this project is completed, as we are actively looking to expand our territory as well, with an eye on two areas the Explorers already scouted for us.
Now, to find some time, in all of this work, where I can also enjoy myself and have some fun.
In the meantime, I've acquired some of that luxury brocade. I'm deciding what I should be doing with it. I consider the cloth an enigma right now. I also acquired some umbra, some luxury metal, some precious stones, and a dawnstone. I am planning on having these materials made into something to be raffled off the night of the Extravaganza - which I'll announce later this evening - after everything is appropriately designed.
The proceeds from the raffle will go towards the agricultural center that House Igniseri is building in Granato. We aim to have it dedicated to Lagoma, Petrichor, and Mangata, and will it will be part of the Pilgrim's path. I've already gotten approval by the Faith for this project, after speaking to Legate Ailith. I've many, many petitions in to different houses and organizations whom I hope will be interested in helping with this project. It will be, to say the least, massive in scope.
We are already planning on taking in some additional refugees, with the help of the Arvum Refugee Relief Group, to help with the labor of the agricultural center. We'll have other work for them as well, after this project is completed, as we are actively looking to expand our territory as well, with an eye on two areas the Explorers already scouted for us.
Now, to find some time, in all of this work, where I can also enjoy myself and have some fun.
Written By Gilroy
Feb. 14, 2019, 10:07 a.m.(7/26/1010 AR)
This choice seems like a false dilemma.
From what I understand of Cardia we will see our culture replaced, our gods made a trifle and our heroes turned into local folk stories. Also, mass slavery and maybe we have to replace the king with a dragon? I overheard people talking about this, so I may be wrong, but if that's true then I'm not at all on board with Cardia. Dragon kings seem like they'd want a very different sort of taxes. Also, the Undying Empire will be very angry with us.
The Undying Empire seems like there'd be a least amount of change, except that at a moment's notice the Emperor might decide that he needs to control a bunch of people directly and then that just happens. Seems really creepy. Also, Cardia will be very angry with us.
A lot of people like Brass.
I think my problem with Brass is that he's a tremendous hypocrite.
He's supposedly against slavery, but he still participates in perpetuating a system where a tiny number of people benefit greatly from the efforts of the vast majority. He's supposedly against thralldom, but doesn't appear to have any interest in helping us get rid of it beyond being preachy about it. He's got all the convictions of a Cardian, though less of the malevolence to be sure, but without any of the interest in backing up what he says. He's shallow. A hollow replacement for Copper. Who I can't help but notice didn't leave us any sort of a suggestion that Brass was a preferred option.
And Ashe basically says for us to keep doing what we're doing. I like that.
Cardia wants to own us. The Undying Empire wants to use us. Brass wants us to be his ideal. Ashe wants us to be us.
Frankly, I'm for us.
From what I understand of Cardia we will see our culture replaced, our gods made a trifle and our heroes turned into local folk stories. Also, mass slavery and maybe we have to replace the king with a dragon? I overheard people talking about this, so I may be wrong, but if that's true then I'm not at all on board with Cardia. Dragon kings seem like they'd want a very different sort of taxes. Also, the Undying Empire will be very angry with us.
The Undying Empire seems like there'd be a least amount of change, except that at a moment's notice the Emperor might decide that he needs to control a bunch of people directly and then that just happens. Seems really creepy. Also, Cardia will be very angry with us.
A lot of people like Brass.
I think my problem with Brass is that he's a tremendous hypocrite.
He's supposedly against slavery, but he still participates in perpetuating a system where a tiny number of people benefit greatly from the efforts of the vast majority. He's supposedly against thralldom, but doesn't appear to have any interest in helping us get rid of it beyond being preachy about it. He's got all the convictions of a Cardian, though less of the malevolence to be sure, but without any of the interest in backing up what he says. He's shallow. A hollow replacement for Copper. Who I can't help but notice didn't leave us any sort of a suggestion that Brass was a preferred option.
And Ashe basically says for us to keep doing what we're doing. I like that.
Cardia wants to own us. The Undying Empire wants to use us. Brass wants us to be his ideal. Ashe wants us to be us.
Frankly, I'm for us.
Written By Ysbail
Feb. 14, 2019, 9:11 a.m.(7/25/1010 AR)
Every failure, every shortcoming is a lesson.
Even if that lesson is simply to slow down and enjoy life a little more.
Even if that lesson is simply to slow down and enjoy life a little more.
Written By Valencia
Feb. 14, 2019, 1:40 a.m.(7/25/1010 AR)
Despite all, for once in my life, I am strangely at peace with things.
I suspect it is unlikely that it will last long, but for this moment it is a beautiful and strange thing to walk in such grace.
I am grateful.
~~~~<~<@
I suspect it is unlikely that it will last long, but for this moment it is a beautiful and strange thing to walk in such grace.
I am grateful.
~~~~<~<@
Written By Amund
Feb. 14, 2019, 12:45 a.m.(7/25/1010 AR)
Days pass, and the storm draws nearer.
Written By Joscelin
Feb. 13, 2019, 11:48 p.m.(7/25/1010 AR)
I have something in my possession I never expected to have.
It's a gold comb, from my apprentice days, the first time I had this sweet, forgiving metal at my mercy.
I remember ever hammer divot, every file mark, every unfinished edge.
So long ago.
It's heavier than I remember, weighted down with memory as much as material. Promise, too, of what was to come, of the things it entailed.
I'm left wondering over the meaning of it all, as foolish as I'm told my thoughts of 'destiny' are, I'm still wondering. Wondering wondering.
What does any of this -mean-?
It's a gold comb, from my apprentice days, the first time I had this sweet, forgiving metal at my mercy.
I remember ever hammer divot, every file mark, every unfinished edge.
So long ago.
It's heavier than I remember, weighted down with memory as much as material. Promise, too, of what was to come, of the things it entailed.
I'm left wondering over the meaning of it all, as foolish as I'm told my thoughts of 'destiny' are, I'm still wondering. Wondering wondering.
What does any of this -mean-?
Written By Victus
Feb. 13, 2019, 11:43 p.m.(7/25/1010 AR)
The future is yet unwritten. There are a great many choices laid out in the path ahead. The good, the bad, the beautiful and the ugly. Some will be obvious, some not. Some will be disguised as another.
When one's mind is stricken with conflict, comfort in the Gods watch can provide clarity. I will be seeking that extensively from the Shrine of Limerance all this week and likely the next as well.
When one's mind is stricken with conflict, comfort in the Gods watch can provide clarity. I will be seeking that extensively from the Shrine of Limerance all this week and likely the next as well.
Written By Delilah
Feb. 13, 2019, 7:12 p.m.(7/24/1010 AR)
She's sitting here staring at me with these gorgeous eyes, unfathoable to the likes of men or women. Some have that rare gift, an incisive, penetrating look that remains opaque the other way.
Her nose remains up, a mild hint of contempt. I have no notion what I did to earn that. Say the wrong thing in company? Neglect her response to reply to another, or contemplate a matter too long while she expected me to be at her beck and call?
Perhaps I shall never know. Some sins remain a mark against us without any proof whatsoever of their cause.
I know of one Oathlands feud that lasted five generations. None after the second recalled the reason even dimly. Blood and silver spent to continue its wrath long after the original parties perished to time. The malaise matters not, only the outcome. Consequences be damned, pay for the cutting remark or the failed act.
She will outlive us all and the descendents in a glittering city will be forced to contend with the ageless glare, discriminating perception turned on all our faults. I feel such sorrow for those short-lived creatures forced to fall beneath this weary judgment. No wonder the burden of ages is poorly settled on human shoulders. We should have learned.
Will it be remonstration for a failure to understand or irritation with my futile comprehension of weighty topics so far beyond my ken, a subject to which I am a mere initiate? Fumbling against the blind shadow weighing me down, I can only attempt to gain insight, scrambling with imperfect gestures and incomplete plans that fall to ashes at my feet when she reveals her utmost dismay for my imperfections.
Lilybelle must have taught her too well how to hold the Dream in disdain, and bend us to her will. And I have no choice but to heed her until I, too, finally leave this apprenticeship and fledge myself in a strange new world rife with talents heretofore unknown.
Abide by the will of the Pearl of Thrax.
Her nose remains up, a mild hint of contempt. I have no notion what I did to earn that. Say the wrong thing in company? Neglect her response to reply to another, or contemplate a matter too long while she expected me to be at her beck and call?
Perhaps I shall never know. Some sins remain a mark against us without any proof whatsoever of their cause.
I know of one Oathlands feud that lasted five generations. None after the second recalled the reason even dimly. Blood and silver spent to continue its wrath long after the original parties perished to time. The malaise matters not, only the outcome. Consequences be damned, pay for the cutting remark or the failed act.
She will outlive us all and the descendents in a glittering city will be forced to contend with the ageless glare, discriminating perception turned on all our faults. I feel such sorrow for those short-lived creatures forced to fall beneath this weary judgment. No wonder the burden of ages is poorly settled on human shoulders. We should have learned.
Will it be remonstration for a failure to understand or irritation with my futile comprehension of weighty topics so far beyond my ken, a subject to which I am a mere initiate? Fumbling against the blind shadow weighing me down, I can only attempt to gain insight, scrambling with imperfect gestures and incomplete plans that fall to ashes at my feet when she reveals her utmost dismay for my imperfections.
Lilybelle must have taught her too well how to hold the Dream in disdain, and bend us to her will. And I have no choice but to heed her until I, too, finally leave this apprenticeship and fledge myself in a strange new world rife with talents heretofore unknown.
Abide by the will of the Pearl of Thrax.
Written By Perronne
Feb. 13, 2019, 4:30 p.m.(7/24/1010 AR)
I've had some opportunities to handle the new luxury brocade coming into the market, now. I must say, it is a remarkable and remarkably beautiful fabric. I'm not a tailor, but if I was, I would be spinning on my toes with glee at all the things I might be able to do with it. I'm going to be following the price and futures of this particular good very closely! Also, probably wearing some, eventually. Maybe. Maybe a hat? I'm not usually a hat person, not since the incident with the trees, but there are fewer trees in the city, and I feel like I could branch out a little before I'm leafed behind, fashion-wise.
Side note - there is no really good way to write a giggle in a journal. It just never sounds right. Maybe "insert giggle here" is about the best I can do. So, insert giggle here!
I also rode out with a friend to see the Amazing Appearing Castle. I hadn't had the chance to actually get out there and stare at it from a closer distance, so it was great fun to do so in good company. It is very castle-like! Does not yet seem to be exploding with monsters. Or unicorns. Or /doors/, more's the pity. I bet it's really interesting inside. There aren't even any windows to peek into! This is just unfair. The ride both eased and intensified my restlessness at the same time. Being able to put eyes on one of the interesting things in the world feels good - but it also makes you think about all the other interesting things out there that I've never had a chance to see, to touch. To price for reasonable sale!
Dilemma: Being a good merchant at the level I am working at, especially with projects like the Almanac, pretty much requires that I have a stable home base and that I keep an eye on the many, many moving parts that I am putting together. I can't afford to just go wandering out in the wilderness for months at a time like I once did. And yet, as I succeed in the merchanting, and the Almanacing (for certain definitions of success), I sort of crave...more. A new test. A new journey. A new challenge. It makes me restless!
On the other hand, hot baths, beds piled with pillows, and fresh bread at my beck and call. Civilization is addictive!
Side note - there is no really good way to write a giggle in a journal. It just never sounds right. Maybe "insert giggle here" is about the best I can do. So, insert giggle here!
I also rode out with a friend to see the Amazing Appearing Castle. I hadn't had the chance to actually get out there and stare at it from a closer distance, so it was great fun to do so in good company. It is very castle-like! Does not yet seem to be exploding with monsters. Or unicorns. Or /doors/, more's the pity. I bet it's really interesting inside. There aren't even any windows to peek into! This is just unfair. The ride both eased and intensified my restlessness at the same time. Being able to put eyes on one of the interesting things in the world feels good - but it also makes you think about all the other interesting things out there that I've never had a chance to see, to touch. To price for reasonable sale!
Dilemma: Being a good merchant at the level I am working at, especially with projects like the Almanac, pretty much requires that I have a stable home base and that I keep an eye on the many, many moving parts that I am putting together. I can't afford to just go wandering out in the wilderness for months at a time like I once did. And yet, as I succeed in the merchanting, and the Almanacing (for certain definitions of success), I sort of crave...more. A new test. A new journey. A new challenge. It makes me restless!
On the other hand, hot baths, beds piled with pillows, and fresh bread at my beck and call. Civilization is addictive!
Written By Domonico
Feb. 13, 2019, 3:51 p.m.(7/24/1010 AR)
So.
I have been made a Voice of Malvici. I speak for the House of War. This is a heavy responsibility I now have on my shoulders.
I pray that I have the wisdom for it.
I have been made a Voice of Malvici. I speak for the House of War. This is a heavy responsibility I now have on my shoulders.
I pray that I have the wisdom for it.
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