Written By Joscelin
Dec. 19, 2018, 11:07 p.m.(3/15/1010 AR)
Yes yes, my cousin named a boat after me. I know it's a fitting metaphor, I've seen my own ass, billowing sails, wide decks, well shaped aft and fore.
Evaristo. I'm-
Evaristo. I'm-
Written By Acantha
Dec. 19, 2018, 9:14 p.m.(3/15/1010 AR)
I am very unsettled by the events of the past few days. I've not been this emotional since I was a young girl and my mother was telling me of things. Now I'm questioning my own sanity.
I should get more sleep maybe.
I should get more sleep maybe.
Written By Lucita
Dec. 19, 2018, 8:37 p.m.(3/14/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Alaric
Very knowledgeable and reasonable, reassuring, and charming as ever, even when it is something one might not want to hear or think about. And his new beard is so becoming to him!
Written By Victus
Dec. 19, 2018, 5:16 p.m.(3/14/1010 AR)
It's strange.
I never met this person. I never talked to them. I didn't think of them too often either. Yet the world is crying. I feel as though I should be mourning alongside it. Grief hangs heavy on my mind for a stranger. For a building. For events I've never experienced.
The world does not make much sense of late.
I never met this person. I never talked to them. I didn't think of them too often either. Yet the world is crying. I feel as though I should be mourning alongside it. Grief hangs heavy on my mind for a stranger. For a building. For events I've never experienced.
The world does not make much sense of late.
Written By Leona
Dec. 19, 2018, 4:56 p.m.(3/14/1010 AR)
What cost, grief? The greatest blessing of humanity is the return to the Wheel, to forget all the sorrows of a life well - or poorly - lived. The greatest price of humanity is the return to the Wheel, to forget all the hopes and dreams and goals, work cut off half-done and left for another. The world grieves. The Dream mourns, and we mourn as well. We who were left behind. We who will never again know the comfort of a particular cheery greeting, of a pot of hot tea steeped and served in a sitting room with a superabundance of doilies.
But this is not an end. And grief does not fade but it becomes a constant companion, until the memories of those who have left are our comfort and our companion. We will continue to hope. She would have us do no less. We will continue to fight. Her sacrifice demands no less.
Our friendship was forged in tears and heartbreak, in broken chains and freedom, in exploration and love and loss and choice. Our fellowship was tested by fire and war, by suffering and grief. It was tempered in endurance and hope and joy. As long as I live I will keep her memory close, ever a part of me. But I will always miss my friend.
But this is not an end. And grief does not fade but it becomes a constant companion, until the memories of those who have left are our comfort and our companion. We will continue to hope. She would have us do no less. We will continue to fight. Her sacrifice demands no less.
Our friendship was forged in tears and heartbreak, in broken chains and freedom, in exploration and love and loss and choice. Our fellowship was tested by fire and war, by suffering and grief. It was tempered in endurance and hope and joy. As long as I live I will keep her memory close, ever a part of me. But I will always miss my friend.
Written By Malcolm
Dec. 19, 2018, 2:44 p.m.(3/14/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Morrighan
To conversations that happen when one's trying not to get caught in the rain. To more questions that rise from such moments.
Written By Auda
Dec. 19, 2018, 1:55 p.m.(3/14/1010 AR)
Heartache swept through the city when the clocktower fell, it seems like. I'm certainly not alone in that, but.. i haven't felt the absence of my parents in.. years. A decade, at least, since it last hurt me. I was fortunate to accept pretty early on that my parents weren't going to show up and take me home, that it had all been some grave mistake. I never expected another family to decide i was the child they wanted to give a new life, and take out of the Tragedy.
...So why now, of all times, do i dream of them?
...So why now, of all times, do i dream of them?
Written By Karadoc
Dec. 19, 2018, 1:54 p.m.(3/14/1010 AR)
Oh, fine -- fine -- if you're going to transcribe everything I say for the permanent record, Scholar, take down the following. An unpublished excerpt from a treatise, In Defense of Indolence:
Synonyms for laziness are indolence and sloth. Indolence, like idleness, is often romanticized by the poet and the bard. _How sweet it is to do nothing at all,_ they say. Sloth has more moral and spiritual overtones than laziness or indolence, and has some kind of religious undertones to it. However, to note: laziness should not be confused with sloth or idleness or procrastination.
Hmm? No, that's it. There was more, Scholar, but I was feeling a lack of motivation.
Synonyms for laziness are indolence and sloth. Indolence, like idleness, is often romanticized by the poet and the bard. _How sweet it is to do nothing at all,_ they say. Sloth has more moral and spiritual overtones than laziness or indolence, and has some kind of religious undertones to it. However, to note: laziness should not be confused with sloth or idleness or procrastination.
Hmm? No, that's it. There was more, Scholar, but I was feeling a lack of motivation.
Written By Vanora
Dec. 19, 2018, 1:35 p.m.(3/14/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Tikva
That song is very beautiful. Thank you for sharing it.
Written By Karadoc
Dec. 19, 2018, 1:31 p.m.(3/14/1010 AR)
Honestly? What's gotten into people? It's probably this weather. First it snows -- then it snows sickly -- and now the unending rain. I'll sleep until spring, I think.
Wake me up once the sun peeks back out.
Wake me up once the sun peeks back out.
Written By Monique
Dec. 19, 2018, 1:17 p.m.(3/14/1010 AR)
Recorded for posterity:
Eidolon, an original work by Lady Monique Greenmarch
Eidolon
I would be sharp for you
like a knife, glittering ethereally in the night
like a brilliant question from the mouth of
a promising young student
or a delicious cheddar cheese
How is my love like a cheese?
cheddar cheese is hard... and pale yellow to orange,
the color of the rising sun
Our love rises, it does not set
paired souls, we are a round
cut in half, destined to be reunited
in the magic of digestion.
Eidolon, an original work by Lady Monique Greenmarch
Eidolon
I would be sharp for you
like a knife, glittering ethereally in the night
like a brilliant question from the mouth of
a promising young student
or a delicious cheddar cheese
How is my love like a cheese?
cheddar cheese is hard... and pale yellow to orange,
the color of the rising sun
Our love rises, it does not set
paired souls, we are a round
cut in half, destined to be reunited
in the magic of digestion.
Written By Kedehern
Dec. 19, 2018, 12:47 p.m.(3/14/1010 AR)
So far, I don't think a day has passed since I came to Arx where I did not hear of some unexplained strangeness, or witness it with my own eyes. I hope this doesn't become a trend.
Written By Vanora
Dec. 19, 2018, 11:48 a.m.(3/14/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Zacharie
Our relationships with our parents are ever-complicated.
Mine with my father is no different. Yet I am glad he is here. I hope he stays.
Mine with my father is no different. Yet I am glad he is here. I hope he stays.
Written By Philippe
Dec. 19, 2018, 11:33 a.m.(3/14/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Silas
This is the proper way to address the concerns of Marquessa Dominique Wyrmguard. Not whatever was going on in the city center.
Written By Dora
Dec. 19, 2018, 6:38 a.m.(3/13/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Domonico
My cousin likes to hurt people. He is good at it. I applaud his dedication. But frec my head hurts. I'm going to have a bruise on my pretty face and it's all Domonico's fault. Of course I made him stagger a bit when I -did- hit him. So that's something. I'll get you, Dom, just you wait!
Written By Draven
Dec. 19, 2018, 2:04 a.m.(3/13/1010 AR)
Oh! Do you think it is possible to hug someone competitively! I would like to do that! I love hugs! Maybe I can be a professional hugger! And still do lots of Alchemy!
Written By Alrec
Dec. 18, 2018, 11:01 p.m.(3/13/1010 AR)
This is my will,
To the first wife and children keep the house and the horses, but sell the stumpy one, I dont remember where I got it.
To the first wife and children keep the house and the horses, but sell the stumpy one, I dont remember where I got it.
Written By Cambria
Dec. 18, 2018, 10:01 p.m.(3/13/1010 AR)
I had a terrible nightmare of my uncle's death. I awoke to something more terrible, though: that he is already lost to me.
Like so many others.
Like so many others.
Written By Sabella
Dec. 18, 2018, 8:58 p.m.(3/12/1010 AR)
I am not as sick this time around, but it seems the world is more full of sadness. I am doing my best to push past it, but sometimes it seems overwhelming. I swear the sky itself is crying these days. But, at least that's better than that strange snow. I am very glad that is over and shall be redoubling my efforts to help the people in this city and to help Arx remember what makes it so great--all the wonderful people that live within it! My fundraiser is slowly coming together and we finally have a full committee to move forward with a grand city wide festival: A Taste of Arx! I cannot wait to see this city come together to celebrate our similarities and differences!
And of course to win amazing prizes!
There are many things to be excited about. Tomorrow is always fresh and full of waiting joys with no mistakes in it yet.
Tomorrow is always the promise of a better day.
And of course to win amazing prizes!
There are many things to be excited about. Tomorrow is always fresh and full of waiting joys with no mistakes in it yet.
Tomorrow is always the promise of a better day.
Written By Sparte
Dec. 18, 2018, 7:46 p.m.(3/12/1010 AR)
Sometimes I forget just how much room there is for things in the dream that I don't understand. I find myself thinking I understand, only to realize how little I still do. I am not sure if the way I am so often humbled these days is a sign of growth. I tell myself it is, but what do I know?
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