Written By Ysbail
Oct. 21, 2018, 10:28 p.m.(11/8/1009 AR)
Today has been a very busy day.
I should've better anticipated the swirl of gossip.
Also I should have known that 'I don't want to talk about it' wasn't actually going to keep anyone from talking about it.
I did meet some absolutely delightful people.
I should've better anticipated the swirl of gossip.
Also I should have known that 'I don't want to talk about it' wasn't actually going to keep anyone from talking about it.
I did meet some absolutely delightful people.
Written By Octavia
Oct. 21, 2018, 9:48 p.m.(11/8/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Carita
I know that you have the strength to lead Darkwater. I hope you also have the ambition required.
Written By Octavia
Oct. 21, 2018, 9:34 p.m.(11/8/1009 AR)
On the matter of wills: Writing one down in your journals is common practice, but I find that it's just as common (especially among the wealthier commons) to challenge the interpretation of those wills in court. Anything not carefully spelled out can be challenged after your death.
If you have significant personal wealth, do yourself and your heirs a favor and consult with an attorney about the wording of your will before you commit it to the journals. You will save your loved ones a lot of grief.
If you have significant personal wealth, do yourself and your heirs a favor and consult with an attorney about the wording of your will before you commit it to the journals. You will save your loved ones a lot of grief.
Written By Bliss
Oct. 21, 2018, 9:20 p.m.(11/8/1009 AR)
I wanted to take a moment to thank all of those who have offered me their sympathies and support - as well as their criticisms - whether in public or private. There are still a few letters I need to respond to, but they have been read, and it has meant an incredible deal. I have trust that with a good faith effort, a solution will be found.
Written By Sabella
Oct. 21, 2018, 8:49 p.m.(11/8/1009 AR)
I have never spent that much time in the butterfly gardens at the Menagerie, but it is truly an extraordinary place! So much scope for the imagination that it makes me wish I were a painter--although I ought to leave that to my protege, Lady Tabitha Whitehawk, for she is one of the most talented artists I've ever met!--or a poet! It was a magical few hours with wonderful friends and I must thank my dear husband Prince Niklas for thinking of it and convincing me to take an evening stroll!
Written By Pasquale
Oct. 21, 2018, 8:37 p.m.(11/7/1009 AR)
I'm very much enjoying the bottle of Black Tower Cordial I picked up at the opening of Grenaldo and Tiazza's. Messere Berto does good work, as relates to his liquors, at least. I'm not usually one for sweet drinks, but there's a crispness to this one that makes the bite entirely refreshing, and I ever have a weakness for citrus.
Written By Cristoph
Oct. 21, 2018, 8:06 p.m.(11/7/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Nicia
I couldn't possibly ask for a more capable, well grounded and talented spouse. We'll be approaching our second wedding anniversary this winter and it feels like that time went by with a snap of my fingers. I know that there were eyes turned on us when we announced a Laurent-Pravus marriage betrothal. And I can't help but feel incredibly satisfied (perhaps smug is the right word) with how everything has gone so far, she's never failed us, me or this family. I love her dearly.
Written By Esoka
Oct. 21, 2018, 7:35 p.m.(11/7/1009 AR)
It did my heart good to attend to the blessing ceremony. Mother Bianca and all of the Faith paid good tribute to the gods, and my I feel my soul girded to face what is to come. I and those I love shall face terrible dangers in the days to come. I pray to Gloria that my courage holds, to Petrichor that my blade protects the land of the Lodge well. And to all the gods, be with us as we confront this foe, and may the virtues triumph over the dark of the Abyss.
Written By Gwenna
Oct. 21, 2018, 7:29 p.m.(11/7/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Tabitha
I had nearly forgotten how beautiful spider webs are, my thoughts so focused on the creature who spins such stunning artwork. You've put me of a mind to have some sort of hair jewelry fashioned after a spider web. Maybe even with diamonds. No flies, though. Thank you, my lady, for reminding me of that sometimes even those things that might frighten us have their beautiful sides.
Written By Lisebet
Oct. 21, 2018, 6:55 p.m.(11/7/1009 AR)
When you really wish someone would send you a message but there's no messenger anywhere looking for you ... what do you do?
Written By Ouida
Oct. 21, 2018, 6:09 p.m.(11/7/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Sunniva
I noticed, darling, that you seemed to gain a taste for the spicy cheese that was served at the Salon's gathering. Did it perhaps whet your appetite for the exchange of firey (though always well placed and sublime, as is your nature) words? I wonder if the refreshments served at such gatherings are always so divine. Perhaps they might lure in more of the least-likely-to-sit-still kind, such as myself. Though I shall always be glad to serve as your escort, perhaps we might also seek to lure your husband to the next one. Sprinkling sweet crumbs and drops of whiskey, as necessary!
Written By Silas
Oct. 21, 2018, 6:04 p.m.(11/7/1009 AR)
It seems there's a great amount of woodworking to be done in the near future, but I sort of look forward to it. Hopefully my creative juices can get flowing again.
I have no doubt my family and I can accomplish anything we set our minds to.
I have no doubt my family and I can accomplish anything we set our minds to.
Written By Simone
Oct. 21, 2018, 5:51 p.m.(11/7/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Arik
Our family has been very busy of late with preparations for many things. Yet we took time to meet with Lord Arik at his request. Something which I am quite grateful that we did. It is not the first time that he has approached us with a request for a meeting. Yet, as before, his forthright manner was quite refreshing; and his assistance has been very helpful. For this, I wished to record my acknowledgement of his efforts in my journal. He has earned the trust of House Greenmarch through his actions.
Written By Harper
Oct. 21, 2018, 5:33 p.m.(11/7/1009 AR)
Got a lot going on lately and been real busy. But my favorite time of every day is when I get to come home and be with my family.
Still feels a little weird having a family, but a good kinda weird!
Still feels a little weird having a family, but a good kinda weird!
Written By Magnus
Oct. 21, 2018, 5:15 p.m.(11/7/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Volcica
My younger sister by a short span of years. A gifted shaman and seer of visions and perhaps my closest confidant, she traveled with me from the frost of the Bonespire to Arx when we bent our knee to become part of the Compact. Since arriving she has also become the speaker of our house, left capably in her hands should I be away.
Written By Michael
Oct. 21, 2018, 4:27 p.m.(11/7/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Samantha
"Serene as the Deepest Wood" just doesn't have the same verve as "We Win Glory" for something to shout while charging. Or being charged. Not that I would neglect my duties as Uncle. Expect visits soon.
Written By Coraline
Oct. 21, 2018, 3:33 p.m.(11/7/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Meriah
Should anything happen I would be happy to look after him, but nothing will happen because, so there.
Written By Ouida
Oct. 21, 2018, 2:41 p.m.(11/4/1009 AR)
Where does one wander, when sleep remains as elusive as the face of the moon on a night thick with clouds and fog; the glow all around you, the whispered promise of it, but no satisfaction of feeling the purest light against your skin?
When I was a child, I would steal away from the manor and down to the harbor, to find a perch near the docks to watch the comings and goings, to see the swabbies at work late into the night, the secret and not so secret assignations met and tendered nearby, late merchant's apprentices visits and drunken sailors returning from a night of carousing, singing loudly and holding each other at least semi-upright and sometimes passing their own ship thrice or more before finding it in the darkness. Sometimes I stayed long enough to see the boatswain and riggers return to their duties, when darkness was retreating quickly and the sun's light once more stained the sky. It was not long before I was too big and ungainly a girl to make much use of high small hiding places, however.
When I was a squire attending my knight, it was often slipping out of our camp once my duties of the evening was done, something he turned a benevolent blind eye to, I now understand, so long as he deemed it safe enough. Then, I would spend time at each fire that would have me. Tasting their beer or libations offered, sharing stories, learning new manners of insulting people, listening to tales of embellished deeds. It was easy to find enough company, and enough variety, and if nothing else, many steps to lull the mind and body ready for sleep, or at least some semblance of rest.
When I was knighted, and then in service, it was not so very different, save for now I was the one turning a benevolent eye to my squires' antics; and enjoying the visits of others, listening to their hopeful tales, gossiping about their masters, and of course visits from old friends and rivals alike, depending upon how the winds and whims of our lieges had shifted.
Now I am no longer simply a knight, if there ever is anything "simple" about it. Each night a warm and soft comfortable bed awaits me in my comfortable quarters. I enjoy the most lively and entrancing company, when I seek it. There is the joy and ache of constant training, for myself, or for others. Enough sums and ciphers to make my eyes cross and my thoughts numb. I have my winsome sister to escort when my brother is busy with his work of the evening, which is quite frequent. All these things are a great delight, and I am not so foolish as to wish them away for some gilded memory of the past.
But where does one go in the large city, when the mind is still prowling, and the household is quiet. When one's sweet lover of the evening is snoring companionably and should not be disturbed for some desire and restlessness that one would be unable to name. Or the lights in the rooms of everyone else in the household have been extinguished.
I walk through the streets both low and high, visit the many gardens resplendent and still fragrant even in the autumn night. I listen to the laughter pouring from various establishments as the people come and go from them. The heartbeat and rhythm of the city moves on around and through me, but rest remains elusive.
When I was a child, I would steal away from the manor and down to the harbor, to find a perch near the docks to watch the comings and goings, to see the swabbies at work late into the night, the secret and not so secret assignations met and tendered nearby, late merchant's apprentices visits and drunken sailors returning from a night of carousing, singing loudly and holding each other at least semi-upright and sometimes passing their own ship thrice or more before finding it in the darkness. Sometimes I stayed long enough to see the boatswain and riggers return to their duties, when darkness was retreating quickly and the sun's light once more stained the sky. It was not long before I was too big and ungainly a girl to make much use of high small hiding places, however.
When I was a squire attending my knight, it was often slipping out of our camp once my duties of the evening was done, something he turned a benevolent blind eye to, I now understand, so long as he deemed it safe enough. Then, I would spend time at each fire that would have me. Tasting their beer or libations offered, sharing stories, learning new manners of insulting people, listening to tales of embellished deeds. It was easy to find enough company, and enough variety, and if nothing else, many steps to lull the mind and body ready for sleep, or at least some semblance of rest.
When I was knighted, and then in service, it was not so very different, save for now I was the one turning a benevolent eye to my squires' antics; and enjoying the visits of others, listening to their hopeful tales, gossiping about their masters, and of course visits from old friends and rivals alike, depending upon how the winds and whims of our lieges had shifted.
Now I am no longer simply a knight, if there ever is anything "simple" about it. Each night a warm and soft comfortable bed awaits me in my comfortable quarters. I enjoy the most lively and entrancing company, when I seek it. There is the joy and ache of constant training, for myself, or for others. Enough sums and ciphers to make my eyes cross and my thoughts numb. I have my winsome sister to escort when my brother is busy with his work of the evening, which is quite frequent. All these things are a great delight, and I am not so foolish as to wish them away for some gilded memory of the past.
But where does one go in the large city, when the mind is still prowling, and the household is quiet. When one's sweet lover of the evening is snoring companionably and should not be disturbed for some desire and restlessness that one would be unable to name. Or the lights in the rooms of everyone else in the household have been extinguished.
I walk through the streets both low and high, visit the many gardens resplendent and still fragrant even in the autumn night. I listen to the laughter pouring from various establishments as the people come and go from them. The heartbeat and rhythm of the city moves on around and through me, but rest remains elusive.
Written By Luca
Oct. 21, 2018, 2:10 p.m.(11/4/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Carita
Traditionally, I never really think about sitting and writing at length in my white journal, but I felt moved to record my protege's noble sacrifice. I know all too well of the plight of the former Countess, Venta. The desire to retire to a beach is very strong. I quite literally dropped my wine when I heard Countess Carita had taken on the burden and let Venta off to go do as she wishes.
I'm exceedingly proud of her. I always tell her, do as I say, not as I do. That's really taking her far!
I'm confident the new Countess has what it takes to see through the work she started as a Voice, which has already been considerable.
I'm exceedingly proud of her. I always tell her, do as I say, not as I do. That's really taking her far!
I'm confident the new Countess has what it takes to see through the work she started as a Voice, which has already been considerable.
Written By Nurie
Oct. 21, 2018, 1:49 p.m.(11/4/1009 AR)
I think...I think I quite like Arxian "nightlife." I had never thought that I would see a lord's arse outside of a fitting room--not that I am complaining--and especially not elevated atop a table! Nor the fact that it would be upsurped by a fetching knight's, and most certainly there are no complaints from me about that situation either! And the dancing! I cannot say I have had any instruction in dances, other than simple ones hand in hand, when we dance and make merry on our own sometimes, while the lords and ladies have refinements in another area of the keep or manor. But I think I would like to dance again, despite my lack of skill--it was so much fun! I shall have to seek out more opportunities.
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