Written By Acacia
April 25, 2021, 4:08 p.m.(5/11/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Patrizio
I couldn't help noticing that when I crossed paths with the Prince of Pravus today he was in possession of a shovel.
Now, I know in politics, especially in dire times, there's a lot of unpleasant things one has to deal with. Most of it one kind of excrement or another. But really? A shovel?
Good thing it comes with a map. With so much of that to deal with I'm fair certain it would be rather disorienting.
Though, I have to admit for a moment I thought he might use it as weapon. Then again, maybe he just might if the right circumstances arise. He is a rather resourceful fellow.
Now, I know in politics, especially in dire times, there's a lot of unpleasant things one has to deal with. Most of it one kind of excrement or another. But really? A shovel?
Good thing it comes with a map. With so much of that to deal with I'm fair certain it would be rather disorienting.
Though, I have to admit for a moment I thought he might use it as weapon. Then again, maybe he just might if the right circumstances arise. He is a rather resourceful fellow.
Written By Acacia
April 18, 2021, 6:36 p.m.(4/25/1015 AR)
We are not made of flesh and bone. Nor by some history our family might happen to own.
We are made by the lives we make and the actions we take.
We are made by the lives we make and the actions we take.
Written By Acacia
April 4, 2021, 9:51 p.m.(3/25/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Kastelon
A Lord of Keaton on my ship. I'll have to remember to hold my pinky out.
I jest. In truth, I'm pleased. I like the man. He's may be the most earnestly unsilky silk I have every met, but in all the best ways.
I'm honored he's asked me to show me the ropes when it comes to sailing. He's good company and I'd like to see him last a little longer.
So with that in mind we'll get him shipshape and rigged up right. I'm glad to do it.
I jest. In truth, I'm pleased. I like the man. He's may be the most earnestly unsilky silk I have every met, but in all the best ways.
I'm honored he's asked me to show me the ropes when it comes to sailing. He's good company and I'd like to see him last a little longer.
So with that in mind we'll get him shipshape and rigged up right. I'm glad to do it.
Written By Acacia
March 21, 2021, 10:02 p.m.(2/25/1015 AR)
There's something undeniably sweet coming home again. It's like a deep, well-wanted kiss from someone you might fancy. Especially in cold weather.
Almost makes me want to go wandering once again.
Almost makes me want to go wandering once again.
Written By Acacia
March 7, 2021, 5:43 p.m.(1/25/1015 AR)
Damned personal code of ethics. Always interfering when I least want it.
Indeed, I am no by any means a lily-white specimen. I've done few things that might raise a brow or two. Shocking, I know. But always for a good cause, of course.
Unfortunately, there are times that this code I live by runs counter to my desires. Still, as frustrating as it is, I wouldn't change it. It makes me who I am. It allows me to live with myself.
Indeed, I am no by any means a lily-white specimen. I've done few things that might raise a brow or two. Shocking, I know. But always for a good cause, of course.
Unfortunately, there are times that this code I live by runs counter to my desires. Still, as frustrating as it is, I wouldn't change it. It makes me who I am. It allows me to live with myself.
Written By Acacia
Feb. 21, 2021, 7:10 p.m.(12/23/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Felix
New partnership foraged this week. One, I must say, I'm rather pleased with.
It would seem that the fickle finger of fate and Lowers luck has decreed that I am to fall under Brother Felix's strong and sturdy wing going forward. I'm sure there's much in store for us both.
Truth be told, I'm looking forward to this. The man is obviously respected, skilled and has great taste in protégé.
Not a bad start to the story. Let's see where it leads.
It would seem that the fickle finger of fate and Lowers luck has decreed that I am to fall under Brother Felix's strong and sturdy wing going forward. I'm sure there's much in store for us both.
Truth be told, I'm looking forward to this. The man is obviously respected, skilled and has great taste in protégé.
Not a bad start to the story. Let's see where it leads.
Written By Acacia
Feb. 14, 2021, 8:26 p.m.(12/9/1014 AR)
You ever find yourself late at night and your mind drifting with the mists of memory?
The day is done. It's time to breath. It's late and the fire is burned down to little more ash and embers and the cold is starting to creep between the boards of the wall.
And, for some unknown reason you start to seek resolutions to these troubles you have at the bottom of your glass, though you know you'll not find them there. Then out of nowhere you find yourself thinking of those from your past.
It’s hard when you miss people. Even if it means you had someone in your life worth missing.
I hate that feeling.
The day is done. It's time to breath. It's late and the fire is burned down to little more ash and embers and the cold is starting to creep between the boards of the wall.
And, for some unknown reason you start to seek resolutions to these troubles you have at the bottom of your glass, though you know you'll not find them there. Then out of nowhere you find yourself thinking of those from your past.
It’s hard when you miss people. Even if it means you had someone in your life worth missing.
I hate that feeling.
Written By Acacia
Feb. 14, 2021, 5:51 p.m.(12/8/1014 AR)
I read Evaristo's recent journal entry about what he wanted when he died and I find myself agreeing with him.
A celebration. A big one. With everyone invited and feeling welcome. Starting at sunset after the pyre's lit, and going till dawn and into the next night and beyond, if they want it.
No flowery speeches or tears. I don't want to bore folk with words or stories that should have been shared while I was walking the world. Just something lively and joyous for those that I loved, liked, cared for, trusted, did business with, fought shoulder to shoulder beside and shared a drinks with.
I want is a room full of big smiles, fond looks, the best of drinks and good people sharing good cheer and hangovers all around the next day that will remind them they are alive and should live each each moment like it was their last.
Burn me. Don't bury me. And set my ashes near the sea. With a good high view of the bonny blue, if you can. Mark my spot or not. I won't care. I'll not be there.
All I want is to go out like I came in, with fire in my heart and my eyes to the sea and skies.
A celebration. A big one. With everyone invited and feeling welcome. Starting at sunset after the pyre's lit, and going till dawn and into the next night and beyond, if they want it.
No flowery speeches or tears. I don't want to bore folk with words or stories that should have been shared while I was walking the world. Just something lively and joyous for those that I loved, liked, cared for, trusted, did business with, fought shoulder to shoulder beside and shared a drinks with.
I want is a room full of big smiles, fond looks, the best of drinks and good people sharing good cheer and hangovers all around the next day that will remind them they are alive and should live each each moment like it was their last.
Burn me. Don't bury me. And set my ashes near the sea. With a good high view of the bonny blue, if you can. Mark my spot or not. I won't care. I'll not be there.
All I want is to go out like I came in, with fire in my heart and my eyes to the sea and skies.
Written By Acacia
Feb. 7, 2021, 9:30 p.m.(11/23/1014 AR)
I know that my duty in this war is maybe not the most exciting or glamorous one.
Seeing that Arx and the front lines are kept well supplied, our city protected and our trade routes clear of trouble, does not exactly scream heroic. I’d be lying if I said there wasn’t part of me that wants to be in the middle of the fray. But wars are not won by warriors alone.
Gods know that I’m ready to be there if those I care for are in need. But honestly, I’d rather there be smooth sailing for them. More alive to welcome home and share a drink with is far more wanted than having my vanity and pride stroked and fed.
So, drinks are on whoever gets home first, loves. I’ll be have a bottle waiting for you. Don't take too long.
Seeing that Arx and the front lines are kept well supplied, our city protected and our trade routes clear of trouble, does not exactly scream heroic. I’d be lying if I said there wasn’t part of me that wants to be in the middle of the fray. But wars are not won by warriors alone.
Gods know that I’m ready to be there if those I care for are in need. But honestly, I’d rather there be smooth sailing for them. More alive to welcome home and share a drink with is far more wanted than having my vanity and pride stroked and fed.
So, drinks are on whoever gets home first, loves. I’ll be have a bottle waiting for you. Don't take too long.
Written By Acacia
Jan. 16, 2021, 6:53 p.m.(10/7/1014 AR)
War is coming and the Cullers are busy setting up for what is to come. It's hard on the crew and our women and men. But we have always stood under one banner and, bless them, they don't mind a good fight. In fact, most kind of like it. The glory and all that shite.
But armies and navies and great cities don't run on empty bellies nor rise on personal war stories and tales of heroics. They need supplies and someone has to do the unglamorous work to keep things going. The goods must flow.
So often most forget that we all have a part to play in a victory and the credit goes to those at the top or at the front.
That's not so say that those folk are not worth praising and raising a drink to. They deserve it. But those who lay their lives down to make sure that those who seek glory can fight without worrying about food, medicine and supplies, and that their families are safe and not wanting, they deserve a tip of the hat, too.
That goes for our crafters, smiths, alchemists, tradesmen, farmers, medics, support crews and the many others as well. All of them are part of this machine that keeps us safe and paves the way to victory.
I'm sure our, and the other crews like ours, will see our share of the fighting along the way. Enough to take the edge off their appetites for a grind and meeting of blades, anyway.
I understand it. I want to be in the thick of it, too. I like the rush of a good fight, when someone shouts out my name in pride or I can save a friend's life just as anyone might. But sometimes you have to sacrifice what you want for the greater good of the whole, you know?
Sometimes the fight is not at the front, but what you do to cover your comrades' behind.
But armies and navies and great cities don't run on empty bellies nor rise on personal war stories and tales of heroics. They need supplies and someone has to do the unglamorous work to keep things going. The goods must flow.
So often most forget that we all have a part to play in a victory and the credit goes to those at the top or at the front.
That's not so say that those folk are not worth praising and raising a drink to. They deserve it. But those who lay their lives down to make sure that those who seek glory can fight without worrying about food, medicine and supplies, and that their families are safe and not wanting, they deserve a tip of the hat, too.
That goes for our crafters, smiths, alchemists, tradesmen, farmers, medics, support crews and the many others as well. All of them are part of this machine that keeps us safe and paves the way to victory.
I'm sure our, and the other crews like ours, will see our share of the fighting along the way. Enough to take the edge off their appetites for a grind and meeting of blades, anyway.
I understand it. I want to be in the thick of it, too. I like the rush of a good fight, when someone shouts out my name in pride or I can save a friend's life just as anyone might. But sometimes you have to sacrifice what you want for the greater good of the whole, you know?
Sometimes the fight is not at the front, but what you do to cover your comrades' behind.
Written By Acacia
Nov. 22, 2020, 3:41 p.m.(6/8/1014 AR)
Loyalty and honor. Some have it. Some don't.
Written By Acacia
Sept. 16, 2020, 10:01 p.m.(1/14/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Bree
You ask if the life of one man is worth more than the lives of five?
Depends on who's doing the accounting.
Depends on who's doing the accounting.
Written By Acacia
Sept. 6, 2020, 4:47 p.m.(12/22/1013 AR)
It's inspiring to see this renaissance in the Lowers of advocates, artists, activists, artisans and visionaries working to help give others a chance to rise up and seek better lives for themselves. Give them a voice, a proper income, hope, and a real chance for a better future. I'm glad to see it. Proud my family continues to be in the thick of it.
But that is what we Cullers are meant to do. The goods, regardless of what the said goods are, and the good that comes of it, must flow.
Looking forward to seeing what else we can do.
But that is what we Cullers are meant to do. The goods, regardless of what the said goods are, and the good that comes of it, must flow.
Looking forward to seeing what else we can do.
Written By Acacia
Aug. 30, 2020, 8:49 p.m.(12/8/1013 AR)
I got to spend time with family and friends today and was reminded how lucky I am.
The greatest treasures are not found in silver or land or gems. It's not something you can buy, but it can be earned. Or, if you're lucky like I am, gifted with.
The greatest treasures are not found in silver or land or gems. It's not something you can buy, but it can be earned. Or, if you're lucky like I am, gifted with.
Written By Acacia
June 28, 2020, 6:09 p.m.(7/22/1013 AR)
I don't write often in this thing. It still feels strange to air my deeply personal thoughts for all to see. But I will say that, despite all odds, I had a very good week in the end, and sometimes you realize just how lucky you are and that bears saying publicly.
I have no idea what the coming days will bring, but I have faith we'll see it through, and have some great tales to share by the fireside by the end of it.
Gods bless us all -- especially those I love and care for, those I fight beside and those wild, brave and beautiful few who make up my chosen family.
You make a lass feel more blessed than she ever thought possible. I'm honored and grateful to you. I just hope you don't get me killed one day. But if you do, let's make it glorious and fun!
Until our next chance to play, loves. Can't wait.
I have no idea what the coming days will bring, but I have faith we'll see it through, and have some great tales to share by the fireside by the end of it.
Gods bless us all -- especially those I love and care for, those I fight beside and those wild, brave and beautiful few who make up my chosen family.
You make a lass feel more blessed than she ever thought possible. I'm honored and grateful to you. I just hope you don't get me killed one day. But if you do, let's make it glorious and fun!
Until our next chance to play, loves. Can't wait.
Written By Acacia
March 1, 2020, 2:07 p.m.(11/8/1012 AR)
Say what you will about my family. We're a colorful lot to be sure. Cut from a hearty and wild woven cloth of many, many different threads. Bold and bright. Dangerous in a fight. There's a lot of heart and honor there, too. And more, if you take the time to really look or get to know us.
But most are too lazy or suspicious, sticking with old stories and sometimes downright lies. It's easier to believe what you hear, to swallow saucy gossip with your fancy wines rather than to question things that may lead to a much less scandalous truth.
But regardless, whether you believe the ill talk of us or not, one truth always stands. We care about our people, the Lowers, our realm and the little ones no matter on which side of the bridge they land.
Life is a bloody business at times. But kids? Don't mess with the kids. It makes Torian particularly annoyed. And that's not a good thing if you like breathing.
But most are too lazy or suspicious, sticking with old stories and sometimes downright lies. It's easier to believe what you hear, to swallow saucy gossip with your fancy wines rather than to question things that may lead to a much less scandalous truth.
But regardless, whether you believe the ill talk of us or not, one truth always stands. We care about our people, the Lowers, our realm and the little ones no matter on which side of the bridge they land.
Life is a bloody business at times. But kids? Don't mess with the kids. It makes Torian particularly annoyed. And that's not a good thing if you like breathing.
Written By Acacia
Jan. 19, 2020, 8:35 p.m.(8.171337632275133/10.594907407407407/1012.5976114693563 AR)
Relationship Note on Ras
Don't care about your excuses. Make it right.
Written By Acacia
Jan. 5, 2020, 7:06 p.m.(7/5/1012 AR)
Welcome aboard, sailor. Look forward to having you serve.
Written By Acacia
Sept. 15, 2019, 6:12 p.m.(11/4/1011 AR)
Hello again, Arx. What fun shall we have today?
Written By Acacia
Aug. 4, 2019, 12:32 p.m.(8/4/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Evander
I have no idea what you are going on about, Lord Evander.
However, you might want to first figure out who you are addressing in the white journals before attempting to further explore the apparently tangled roots of your family tree, my lord.
It would be a shame to see you barking up the wrong one due to lack of attention.
Just a suggestion.
However, you might want to first figure out who you are addressing in the white journals before attempting to further explore the apparently tangled roots of your family tree, my lord.
It would be a shame to see you barking up the wrong one due to lack of attention.
Just a suggestion.
Please note that the scholars may take some time preparing your journal for others to read.