Written By Thena
May 24, 2018, 10:45 a.m.(10/24/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Saoirse
Nah
Written By Arik
May 24, 2018, 10:33 a.m.(10/24/1008 AR)
I admit to being wholly uninformed about Thrax beyond their relative existence and their seafaring ways. I do record this question for the whites though in hopes future generations might find it useful and that I might find an answer myself...
Is the release of thralls such a great concern to the Compact itself when we absorb abandoned tribes so frequently? In the span of ten years how many shavs have bent a knee, how many tribe leaderships ennobled? I understand freeing a man and paying him a wage can wreak havoc on the finances of a domain, but to the Compact itself are the numbers so great they will affect the mainland?
Is the release of thralls such a great concern to the Compact itself when we absorb abandoned tribes so frequently? In the span of ten years how many shavs have bent a knee, how many tribe leaderships ennobled? I understand freeing a man and paying him a wage can wreak havoc on the finances of a domain, but to the Compact itself are the numbers so great they will affect the mainland?
Written By Saoirse
May 24, 2018, 10:28 a.m.(10/24/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Thena
You are unequivocally missing the point.
Written By Thena
May 24, 2018, 10:26 a.m.(10/24/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Saoirse
I really think you might want to educate yourself a bit more on recent history before you tell us we need to be considering something that has been under consideration for quite some time.
Written By Saoirse
May 24, 2018, 10:13 a.m.(10/24/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
Change coming slowly is, historically speaking, the safest route. But it certainly doesn't seem that this hundreds-of-years-old-tradition is being slowly changed at all. This seems quite fast. Which is my point: rapid change can be quite problematic. And not just for Thrax; this is something the entire Compact should be considering.
Written By Orazio
May 24, 2018, 10 a.m.(10/24/1008 AR)
To the Faithful Reader:
The recent proclamation by Grimhall has, it seems, turned the city's conversation towards thralldom again. This is not a bad thing - it is important to remember that this injustice continues whether the rest of us are thinking about it or not. But the way the conversation tends to turn to the negative effects of abolishing brings to mind a metaphor.
Imagine, if you will, a tree. A young tree, growing up straight and tall. Imagine, then, that men come along, and hammer a series of iron posts through the tree's trunk, creating ugly and painful wounds deep in the heartwood. Given time, and strength, the tree will gradually grow around these intrusions, although in doing so, it will deform itself and be twisted off the course that the gods would hope for it. Given enough time, and enough growth, the tree will even come to cling to these posts in its flesh, embracing them as a native part of itself so deeply that attempting to remove those posts WILL do more damage to the tree, and will open up wounds that will have to be tended carefully, lest they get infested by parasites. But, at the same time, the posts themselves are a poison, making the tree vulnerable over the long years of its age to infection after infection, and potentially leading it to rot and fall long before its time.
So, if one would save the tree over the long centuries, one must - with care and support - remove the posts that afflict it, even though doing so will lead to pain and vulnerability in the short term. Of course, if no one had hammered the posts into to the tree in the first place, none of this would be necessary, but we must deal with what is, not what we might wish to be. If one is not of an arboral personality, you can also think of it as a rotting limb attached to an otherwise healthy person; amputation is painful, and dangerous, but failing to do it because one is squeamish about the pain leads to a dead person, as does undertaking the procedure without due thought and preparation.
The recent proclamation by Grimhall has, it seems, turned the city's conversation towards thralldom again. This is not a bad thing - it is important to remember that this injustice continues whether the rest of us are thinking about it or not. But the way the conversation tends to turn to the negative effects of abolishing brings to mind a metaphor.
Imagine, if you will, a tree. A young tree, growing up straight and tall. Imagine, then, that men come along, and hammer a series of iron posts through the tree's trunk, creating ugly and painful wounds deep in the heartwood. Given time, and strength, the tree will gradually grow around these intrusions, although in doing so, it will deform itself and be twisted off the course that the gods would hope for it. Given enough time, and enough growth, the tree will even come to cling to these posts in its flesh, embracing them as a native part of itself so deeply that attempting to remove those posts WILL do more damage to the tree, and will open up wounds that will have to be tended carefully, lest they get infested by parasites. But, at the same time, the posts themselves are a poison, making the tree vulnerable over the long years of its age to infection after infection, and potentially leading it to rot and fall long before its time.
So, if one would save the tree over the long centuries, one must - with care and support - remove the posts that afflict it, even though doing so will lead to pain and vulnerability in the short term. Of course, if no one had hammered the posts into to the tree in the first place, none of this would be necessary, but we must deal with what is, not what we might wish to be. If one is not of an arboral personality, you can also think of it as a rotting limb attached to an otherwise healthy person; amputation is painful, and dangerous, but failing to do it because one is squeamish about the pain leads to a dead person, as does undertaking the procedure without due thought and preparation.
Written By Fortunato
May 24, 2018, 9:48 a.m.(10/24/1008 AR)
Skald is not much for prayers. But if I were to pray to Skald, it would be.
May I never be in a situation where the powerful sit in the whites and argue about how I would be most acceptably free without being truly free. May I never be in a situation where my limited power is so sapped that my future has nothing to do with my own will, but only with the high will of others.
May I never be in a situation where the powerful sit in the whites and argue about how I would be most acceptably free without being truly free. May I never be in a situation where my limited power is so sapped that my future has nothing to do with my own will, but only with the high will of others.
Written By Lisebet
May 24, 2018, 8:55 a.m.(10/23/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Ryhalt
I am certain that my seamstress would love to work with Clover. Do you want me to give the name to Clover or are you planning on purchasing a gift for your wife?
Written By Gianna
May 24, 2018, 8:29 a.m.(10/23/1008 AR)
There needs to be a place in which singers and musicians can learn; a Bard’s College, I think. A place to hone performance skills, but also a place where new songs and ideas could be shared. I may try to see if I can find a space near the Whisper House.
Written By Sina
May 24, 2018, 5:54 a.m.(10/23/1008 AR)
I have not been keeping up with my journal as much as I should. I often debate what should be written within these white pages, and what should be relegated to the black. Of late, my life has taken interesting twists and turns that make the two paths converge in ways that make it difficult to focus. Life has been considerably more complicated for me, and part of me wishes that I could go back to the simple, uncomplicated life of a handmaiden. It's easy to simply serve, quietly and unobtrusively, professionally. And yet, sometimes I wonder if perhaps there is something else I should be doing.
I find that I have strange dreams and memories. Things that happened when I was a child, now coming to the forefront of my mind, and I do not understand the things that I remember. But I remember a man with a mask on his face, and an oath of fealty when I was very, very young. Even from beyond the grave, I think perhaps the ghost of Prince Donrai Thrax still haunts us all in some ways.
I still cannot fathom what possessed him to take me into his House when I was but ten, to serve in the kitchens. I suppose I must be grateful, given what happened to my father's ship, and my father. The same thing that happened to many pirates who encountered the reavers of House Thrax. Death. Destruction. Loss.
Still, these days, I can't help but wonder why. Why did he spare me? Later, Princess Donella's father brought me up from the kitchens, and assigned me as her handmaiden. Then she married off into House Redrain, and I have continued to pursue the life of a handmaiden, having offered my services to Princess Consort Alarissa. And so I serve House Thrax still.
I have so few memories of my early childhood, and it is like pulling teeth trying to get them to come about. I remember being terrified of Prince Donrai... and yet, reading through the white journals of others, it seems he was worthy of respect as well. At least in the eyes of some. How can one man inspire such awe and fear in the minds of others? Respect, and scorn? Why does he now linger so in my memories and thoughts? Now I find myself wishing I knew more about him.
But he is gone, and it is a new era for House Thrax. High Lord Victus and Princess Consort Alarissa have been so very supportive of me and my choice to continue to serve House Thrax. And yet... I still feel that call to other things. I am more than a handmaiden. I am a Scholar of Vellichor and a Disciple of the Faith. I am an Explorer, and an artist. I am so many other things than a mere handmaiden. And yet, most of all, I am drawn to the Faith. My heart lies there and I am torn between duty, my own heart's desire, oaths of fealty, and memories.
I do know one thing: I do not think that I am destined nor suited to a life of marriage and babies. Such is not my lot, nor is it my desire. It may seem strange to some, for one as young as I, to be so certain of these things. My heart has known love, but I lack that desire toward motherhood, marriage, and familial bonds. Perhaps it is because my own mother, a thrall aboard my father's ship, was sold off when I was barely old enough to walk, and my father died when I was young. Family... blood family... is not something I have known much of, and so I would have no understanding, I think, of how a proper family works.
I shall pray to all the gods for wisdom and guidance in these matters that so trouble me and keep me up at night. Soon, I must come to a decision and stop dithering back and forth. What it comes down to is where do I feel most useful? My heart answers, "The Faith."
I find that I have strange dreams and memories. Things that happened when I was a child, now coming to the forefront of my mind, and I do not understand the things that I remember. But I remember a man with a mask on his face, and an oath of fealty when I was very, very young. Even from beyond the grave, I think perhaps the ghost of Prince Donrai Thrax still haunts us all in some ways.
I still cannot fathom what possessed him to take me into his House when I was but ten, to serve in the kitchens. I suppose I must be grateful, given what happened to my father's ship, and my father. The same thing that happened to many pirates who encountered the reavers of House Thrax. Death. Destruction. Loss.
Still, these days, I can't help but wonder why. Why did he spare me? Later, Princess Donella's father brought me up from the kitchens, and assigned me as her handmaiden. Then she married off into House Redrain, and I have continued to pursue the life of a handmaiden, having offered my services to Princess Consort Alarissa. And so I serve House Thrax still.
I have so few memories of my early childhood, and it is like pulling teeth trying to get them to come about. I remember being terrified of Prince Donrai... and yet, reading through the white journals of others, it seems he was worthy of respect as well. At least in the eyes of some. How can one man inspire such awe and fear in the minds of others? Respect, and scorn? Why does he now linger so in my memories and thoughts? Now I find myself wishing I knew more about him.
But he is gone, and it is a new era for House Thrax. High Lord Victus and Princess Consort Alarissa have been so very supportive of me and my choice to continue to serve House Thrax. And yet... I still feel that call to other things. I am more than a handmaiden. I am a Scholar of Vellichor and a Disciple of the Faith. I am an Explorer, and an artist. I am so many other things than a mere handmaiden. And yet, most of all, I am drawn to the Faith. My heart lies there and I am torn between duty, my own heart's desire, oaths of fealty, and memories.
I do know one thing: I do not think that I am destined nor suited to a life of marriage and babies. Such is not my lot, nor is it my desire. It may seem strange to some, for one as young as I, to be so certain of these things. My heart has known love, but I lack that desire toward motherhood, marriage, and familial bonds. Perhaps it is because my own mother, a thrall aboard my father's ship, was sold off when I was barely old enough to walk, and my father died when I was young. Family... blood family... is not something I have known much of, and so I would have no understanding, I think, of how a proper family works.
I shall pray to all the gods for wisdom and guidance in these matters that so trouble me and keep me up at night. Soon, I must come to a decision and stop dithering back and forth. What it comes down to is where do I feel most useful? My heart answers, "The Faith."
Written By Barik
May 24, 2018, 4:25 a.m.(10/23/1008 AR)
Today I braved the most daunting task I had ever braved. Or was it yesterday? I don't know, I had the wisdom of stealing not one, but two bottles of cheap rum from the hands of a certain nobleman whom's kindness had him turn a blind eye upon my deed, and with them I drank myself into forgetting the shame I felt. I sat on the chair of a certain Duke, at a certain feast, and there's no pride to be had in such affairs. It was my most idiotic deed to date, and if Vellichor truly judges- if he reads this with those beady eyes I imagine him to have, I ascertain he's judging me. He's judging me without hesitation. I pray to the Sentinel that there's no justice coming after me for such stupid deed, that Lagoma's flame doesn't give me away when I'm inevitably hiding in some alley avoiding the King's justice for nearly soiling my trousers while in the presence of nobility, and that the goddess Gild guides me into a more straight-backed path. Dreams and aspirations those are, Barik, dreams and aspirations. But what are dreams and aspirations, if not the foundations, yet not the fabric of its intended creation? I don't know. I suppose I'm not smart enough to know, either- all that time spent playing the baliset and meandering around the countryside made you soft in the head. I ought to thank a priest of Vellichor for learning me how to write, otherwise I'd be writing down my experiences in the form of glyphs. Very ugly ones, too.
Written By Ryhalt
May 24, 2018, 3:23 a.m.(10/23/1008 AR)
Your Highness,
What your propose is indeed something we can see come to pass. We in this regard are you very humble servants grateful for any introductions and your time you are willing to give either of us.
What your propose is indeed something we can see come to pass. We in this regard are you very humble servants grateful for any introductions and your time you are willing to give either of us.
Written By Katarina
May 24, 2018, 3:20 a.m.(10/23/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Ryhalt
You're beginning to sound suspiciously like a silver-tongued financier I'm acquainted with. Perhaps I should introduce the two of you and encourage you to have drinks with them in return for my going to dinner with Duchess Clover and facing my inevitable watery demise head-on.
Written By Ryhalt
May 24, 2018, 3:13 a.m.(10/23/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Katarina
Your Highness,
Abscond? I am wounded, truly. I as a merchant stand against outright thievery and all it entails. I merely would have her point out the many benefits and wealth to be had if such ships were to ever be put into our expert hands with trade. Once more a very sound investment we are.
Abscond? I am wounded, truly. I as a merchant stand against outright thievery and all it entails. I merely would have her point out the many benefits and wealth to be had if such ships were to ever be put into our expert hands with trade. Once more a very sound investment we are.
Written By Katarina
May 24, 2018, 3:10 a.m.(10/23/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Ryhalt
What terrible fate might befall me should I give into your rather persistent efforts to have coffee with Duchess Clover? Are you trying to abscond away with my ships?
Written By Ryhalt
May 24, 2018, 3:06 a.m.(10/23/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Katarina
Your Highness,
Why should I stop writing? I have been told I am very good at it. House Farshaw is a progressive house for innovation an progression, with our eye towards expansion and the future. Are we perhaps the the very best investment in the Compact, I cannot say so with absolute certainty, but I can say with utter conviction you could do far far worse. Have coffee with my lovely and charming wife and you shall see.
Why should I stop writing? I have been told I am very good at it. House Farshaw is a progressive house for innovation an progression, with our eye towards expansion and the future. Are we perhaps the the very best investment in the Compact, I cannot say so with absolute certainty, but I can say with utter conviction you could do far far worse. Have coffee with my lovely and charming wife and you shall see.
Written By Percephon
May 24, 2018, 3:03 a.m.(10/23/1008 AR)
A house, I know, is but a structure - but how delightful it is to find one to call home. One that has harmonious proportions and as pleasant an atmosphere as the one that I left. By night, it feels somehow changed by moonlight, when it shines through the opened window - into our quiet room. It affects me more than anywhere, elsewhere. An unassuming beauty. Personal things left carelessly lying about, giving the place an air of having been lived in. A home, not elaborately decorated, appeals because of those that inhabit it.
I think, sometimes, how could anything ever compare --
I worry, sometimes, that it's a moment that will turn into smoke.
I think, sometimes, how could anything ever compare --
I worry, sometimes, that it's a moment that will turn into smoke.
Written By Katarina
May 24, 2018, 3 a.m.(10/23/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Ryhalt
My lord, I must warn you away from the quill and ink well. Please, stop journaling at once. All will be well if you just... stop... journaling.
Written By Ryhalt
May 24, 2018, 2:53 a.m.(10/23/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Lisebet
For a young woman who has no interest in being betrothed anytime soon, your attire is extremely curious and shocking both at once.
Can you give the name of the seamstress to Clover?
Can you give the name of the seamstress to Clover?
Written By Ryhalt
May 24, 2018, 2:51 a.m.(10/23/1008 AR)
For my House, its vassals and our allies, I have the greatest respect and love for you all. Tonight made me proud to be the Duke of Westrock Reach, and the future is a glorious thing to envision. There is no challenge I do not believe is beyond our grasp when we all put our hearts, minds, and blood to the task.
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