Written By Malcolm
Nov. 11, 2019, 7:53 p.m.(3/7/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Monique
Don't you think for one tick I've forgotten about those donations, protege. I have not.
Written By Evaristo
Nov. 5, 2019, 7:05 p.m.(2/23/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Monique
Lady Monique Greemarch, the most alluring lady in the city, is not only beautiful and witty, but also a source of endless entertainment - and knowledge.
Written By Peri
Oct. 31, 2019, 6:46 p.m.(2/13/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Monique
The portrait painting session went well. The paintings of the Tribune, Lady Petraea Livy, and her retinue are in the Great Archive. I am grateful that she agreed to sit for us. Her and her retinue are part of our history now, and it would be a loss if all we had were the words written of her visit.
The artists there impressed me with their skill and imagination. I do not wish to embarrass anyone by putting them on the spot, though can do so if you like! Let me just say that I enjoyed the non-representative themes. The inclusion of our King in a painting of the foreigners and all of us performers in one painting, on another a missing Wolf's Guide. One with the lady twined with a black spire.
Thank you artists.
I am very grateful to Lady Monique for opening the Gilded Page to us.
The artists there impressed me with their skill and imagination. I do not wish to embarrass anyone by putting them on the spot, though can do so if you like! Let me just say that I enjoyed the non-representative themes. The inclusion of our King in a painting of the foreigners and all of us performers in one painting, on another a missing Wolf's Guide. One with the lady twined with a black spire.
Thank you artists.
I am very grateful to Lady Monique for opening the Gilded Page to us.
Written By Elisha
Oct. 19, 2019, 12:56 p.m.(1/16/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Monique
When the Duchess of Thieves crept into the labyrinth
beneath the besieged city,
she stole treasures and wonders
but lost herself.
She forgot her own name, and the password that opened
the secret door of her family's house,
and the scent of the first lover whose throat she slit
during the act of love.
Her mothers demanded the help of seraphs and charlatans
in vain
until a blind pauper urged them to seek the White Library,
presided over by a holy scholar who knew with absolute certitude
the difference between truth and lies.
In the White Library, the scholar warned the mothers
that the price they'd pay for a cure was regret,
and they said, "That is precisely the same cost as not trying to heal
our beloved daughter."
So the holy scholar murdered the Duchess of Thieves
and blamed her mothers,
who blinded themselves and lived as paupers,
urging grieving parents to seek the White Library,
unshakable in their faith that
one day
a woman with a trembling voice and tearful eyes
would slay certainty
and release his prisoners.
beneath the besieged city,
she stole treasures and wonders
but lost herself.
She forgot her own name, and the password that opened
the secret door of her family's house,
and the scent of the first lover whose throat she slit
during the act of love.
Her mothers demanded the help of seraphs and charlatans
in vain
until a blind pauper urged them to seek the White Library,
presided over by a holy scholar who knew with absolute certitude
the difference between truth and lies.
In the White Library, the scholar warned the mothers
that the price they'd pay for a cure was regret,
and they said, "That is precisely the same cost as not trying to heal
our beloved daughter."
So the holy scholar murdered the Duchess of Thieves
and blamed her mothers,
who blinded themselves and lived as paupers,
urging grieving parents to seek the White Library,
unshakable in their faith that
one day
a woman with a trembling voice and tearful eyes
would slay certainty
and release his prisoners.
Written By Malcolm
Oct. 2, 2019, 9:04 p.m.(12/11/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Monique
Last, never least, I'll need to send another donation to the Faith in the name of a certain protege.
Written By Miranda
Sept. 16, 2019, 1:35 p.m.(11/6/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Monique
When Lady Monique offered up some of her personal possessions, I saw a landscape in oils and thought: "This is just what I need. To help me relax, to help me focus my attention..." And, so, I sent a missive and was granted this artwork.
...
It is more than I imagined. More lovely, more thought-provoking, more provocative than I expected!
I am in love with this artwork.
My Lady, my deepest, most heartfelt thanks to you.
It is a wonder.
...
It is more than I imagined. More lovely, more thought-provoking, more provocative than I expected!
I am in love with this artwork.
My Lady, my deepest, most heartfelt thanks to you.
It is a wonder.
Written By Reigna
Sept. 3, 2019, 12:21 p.m.(10/8/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Monique
The efforts of Lady Monique Greenmarch and Archscholar Sina should be recorded as to inspire future generations to match the greatness of events like these. The books themselves were all delightful, and I count myself very honored to have numbered among the winners. But the decorations! Oh! When I saw the meeting of the Four Kingdoms from my story I gasped with the grace of it. Then again, to whoever took it upon themselves to dress up as Attaric and festoon themselves with poison ivy instead of fabric... well. There are reasons why people wear clothes and not strategically placed leaves. Kael's costume as Prince Attaric was fantastic, if I do say so myself.
I think, however, the award for greatest decoration had to be the tank of water, boat and statuary that made up the story of Sednaya. It was all just breathtaking. The contests were fun, and while I was a teensy bit disappointed not to have won, Josephine's splendor was not to be denied. Hers was such a generous grace too, giving back the treasure to the academy. A wise and fine woman, our guildmistress.
I am looking forward to the upcoming Keaton Autumn Festival. It has been quite a while since Keaton has hosted something of this magnitude, and I hope it goes well. I do, afterall, have so much inspiration to draw from, given Lady Monique's legendary party-throwing skills.
I think, however, the award for greatest decoration had to be the tank of water, boat and statuary that made up the story of Sednaya. It was all just breathtaking. The contests were fun, and while I was a teensy bit disappointed not to have won, Josephine's splendor was not to be denied. Hers was such a generous grace too, giving back the treasure to the academy. A wise and fine woman, our guildmistress.
I am looking forward to the upcoming Keaton Autumn Festival. It has been quite a while since Keaton has hosted something of this magnitude, and I hope it goes well. I do, afterall, have so much inspiration to draw from, given Lady Monique's legendary party-throwing skills.
Written By Delia
Sept. 2, 2019, 6:48 p.m.(10/6/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Monique
The Storybook Soiree was everything I hoped it would be, and much more besides. Experiencing the stories and costumes in all their glory was tremendous fun. I feel myself lucky to have Mo as a patron, because I was able to help to make the night what it was.
But mostly because she is utterly brilliant.
But mostly because she is utterly brilliant.
Written By Delia
Aug. 20, 2019, 11:01 a.m.(9/8/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Monique
The gods have all blessed me with Lady Monique Greenmarch. She is alike me in so many ways, and unlike in so many others, but we get along like old friends and being in her company is an absolute delight. I am excited to see what her patronage will bring to my life, and even more, what her friendship will bring.
Written By Malcolm
Aug. 8, 2019, 10:45 p.m.(8/13/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Monique
Lady 'Nique Greenmarch. Minx of the Marches. Bookshop Owner. Keen eye for shiny. Protege. Friend.
Written By Michael
June 30, 2019, 10:47 p.m.(5/18/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Monique
The Tournament of Thorns went amazingly well! So many people vying to be the King or Queen of a country we made up. Princess Zara Valardin took first, followed by Princess Denica Thrax in second. Count Athaur Rivenshari took third and won the astounding ring.
I do not envy Princess Zara's prize.
I do not envy Princess Zara's prize.
Written By Marian
June 25, 2019, 4:07 a.m.(5/7/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Monique
I caught Nia lifting a dagger from one of my guards, while the twins were giggling and laughing at the fellow's jokes, distracting him. They're working together to divide and conquer.
It is times like these I wish I had one extra hand, because my brood scattered in three different directions when I shouted. Of course I only managed to grab the twins. Nia got away dodging myself and the guard.
My dear sister, Monique, I shall be deeply cross if I find out that you've been teaching that minx a few tricks. Certainly she didn't get this from me.
It is times like these I wish I had one extra hand, because my brood scattered in three different directions when I shouted. Of course I only managed to grab the twins. Nia got away dodging myself and the guard.
My dear sister, Monique, I shall be deeply cross if I find out that you've been teaching that minx a few tricks. Certainly she didn't get this from me.
Written By Rook
June 24, 2019, 3:01 p.m.(5/6/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Monique
Rare am I to reply directly to journals, and I thank the Countess Sabine for her exquisite words on this, but heed the advice from Lord Jyri.
If 100 writs of any kind, or 25K in silver, is too much to pay then hire someone to run it on your behalf as your assistant and pay them less than the payment you will be making to The Crown. A payment which will be made to assist the good common people of this city. To keep the city safe, to help the Thralls and to follow His Majesty's dreams.
The 25,000 in silver works out as 100 writs converted with our good marketplace broker at an average of 250 per writ. The broker's current average is 261 so if you sold 100 writs to him, you would end up with a profit. Perhaps the first in the history of your shop.
If 100 writs of any kind, or 25K in silver, is too much to pay then hire someone to run it on your behalf as your assistant and pay them less than the payment you will be making to The Crown. A payment which will be made to assist the good common people of this city. To keep the city safe, to help the Thralls and to follow His Majesty's dreams.
The 25,000 in silver works out as 100 writs converted with our good marketplace broker at an average of 250 per writ. The broker's current average is 261 so if you sold 100 writs to him, you would end up with a profit. Perhaps the first in the history of your shop.
Written By Mirella
June 23, 2019, 9:51 p.m.(5/4/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Monique
My pleasure, and you have my thanks for the efforts you make to facilitate the availability of knowledge and literature throughout the city. The simple act of reading a book can make a significant improvement to a person's life. I know this from my own experiences in life, in fact. During my adolescence, when I went to work in a household that owned a small personal library, I was able to learn things that I might not have otherwise had the opportunity to learn. I was born to a common family, and we had no access to such books.
Though I'm not a particularly charitable woman, in truth, I do believe you're doing a good thing in giving people the chance to feed their curiosity by way of the written word. I hope it continues.
Though I'm not a particularly charitable woman, in truth, I do believe you're doing a good thing in giving people the chance to feed their curiosity by way of the written word. I hope it continues.
Written By Jyri
June 23, 2019, 3:51 a.m.(5/3/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Monique
Indeed, I almost had the same issue with Whitehawk Charity, a shop that makes not a penny in profit and which costs me money every month because the paintings I make to sell there, well, I don't take any of the cost of them back via the sales.
However, by fortune alone - and a realisation I didn't quite have time for it - I'd asked Eshken Greenblood to take over the shop just days prior, so I don't have my name on it any longer.
But yes, 25000 silver in fees to the crown for charities, Lady Monique. Maybe you could run monthly charity events to gain charity for your charity shop?
However, by fortune alone - and a realisation I didn't quite have time for it - I'd asked Eshken Greenblood to take over the shop just days prior, so I don't have my name on it any longer.
But yes, 25000 silver in fees to the crown for charities, Lady Monique. Maybe you could run monthly charity events to gain charity for your charity shop?
Written By Mabelle
June 16, 2019, 12:05 a.m.(4/17/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Monique
The best kind of friendships are fierce lady friendships where you aggressively believe in each other, defend each other, and think the other deserves the world.
Written By Michael
June 9, 2019, 11:30 p.m.(4/4/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Monique
Hunting for thorns
I will never ever volunteer myself for something like this again. I needed to have budgeted for new clothes, for loss of sleep. There has a fair mix between mean and kind pranks played upon me. My favorite is waking and looking out my window to see artwork. A large tortoise, and what I can only assume to be myself riding upon the back with a carrot upon a stick in front of the mouth of it. Truly wondrous.
Some of you have ruined my clothing, and my sleep.
I will never ever volunteer myself for something like this again. I needed to have budgeted for new clothes, for loss of sleep. There has a fair mix between mean and kind pranks played upon me. My favorite is waking and looking out my window to see artwork. A large tortoise, and what I can only assume to be myself riding upon the back with a carrot upon a stick in front of the mouth of it. Truly wondrous.
Some of you have ruined my clothing, and my sleep.
Written By Rysen
June 2, 2019, 10:33 a.m.(3/17/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Monique
The depth of your knowledge is profound, and may this entry remind the scholars of Vellichor of your generosity and wisdom long after the spirits have guided your soul to Elysia.
Let us share more of our prodigal graces at Queensrest Inn again sometime soon.
Let us share more of our prodigal graces at Queensrest Inn again sometime soon.
Written By Mabelle
May 31, 2019, 5:45 a.m.(3/13/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Monique
How fortunate I was to have found you to unburden and dissect life's mysteries with you.
Written By Elisha
May 27, 2019, 11:14 a.m.(3/5/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Monique
Our paths diverge in the islands; you reach the capitol of Dustmarch by a tall-masted ship while I walk in the shadow of a spice caravan. The city displays one face to the beggar arriving overland and a different face to the woman who arrives by sea.
When the caravan driver sees, at the horizon, the spires rising into view, the snapping flags, the gold and white tiles, he thinks of a ship; he knows the capitol is a city, but he dreams a vessel that will carry him away from the dunes, a windjammer about to cast off, with the breeze swelling the sails; and he thinks of all the ports, with dragonmilk and thistlebone uncrated on foreign docks, with taverns where pinch-gangs slash broken bottles at each other, and with streets of lighted windows, each framing a woman combing her hair.
However, from the coastline's haze, the captain of the tall-masted ship, gazing upon the capitol of Dustmarch, discerns the form of an embroidered saddle swaying; she knows she observes a city, but she dreams a laden ox from whose packs clatter with whiskey-casks and bags of candied figs, date wine in gourds, banana leaves in bitter liquor, and she sees herself at the head of a caravan escorting her twice-masked passenger away from the barren sea toward oases of fresh water among the palm trees, each with a different scent of sandalwood, each framing a man removing his robes.
Every face is dreamed into being by the desert it reflects. Our paths diverge in the islands; we arrive in the capitol of Dustmarch much changed.
(Scribbled below the story: "For sister Monique Greenmarch. Coin and truth, both have two faces like capitol. The scent of her letter helps me sleep." In an even scratchier scrawl: "Brother Vere Dhan doesn't believe in gods or kings, only cloth puppets on broken strings, each one exactly like the next. He paid already and received nothing.")
When the caravan driver sees, at the horizon, the spires rising into view, the snapping flags, the gold and white tiles, he thinks of a ship; he knows the capitol is a city, but he dreams a vessel that will carry him away from the dunes, a windjammer about to cast off, with the breeze swelling the sails; and he thinks of all the ports, with dragonmilk and thistlebone uncrated on foreign docks, with taverns where pinch-gangs slash broken bottles at each other, and with streets of lighted windows, each framing a woman combing her hair.
However, from the coastline's haze, the captain of the tall-masted ship, gazing upon the capitol of Dustmarch, discerns the form of an embroidered saddle swaying; she knows she observes a city, but she dreams a laden ox from whose packs clatter with whiskey-casks and bags of candied figs, date wine in gourds, banana leaves in bitter liquor, and she sees herself at the head of a caravan escorting her twice-masked passenger away from the barren sea toward oases of fresh water among the palm trees, each with a different scent of sandalwood, each framing a man removing his robes.
Every face is dreamed into being by the desert it reflects. Our paths diverge in the islands; we arrive in the capitol of Dustmarch much changed.
(Scribbled below the story: "For sister Monique Greenmarch. Coin and truth, both have two faces like capitol. The scent of her letter helps me sleep." In an even scratchier scrawl: "Brother Vere Dhan doesn't believe in gods or kings, only cloth puppets on broken strings, each one exactly like the next. He paid already and received nothing.")
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