Written By Macda
Nov. 18, 2018, 11:05 a.m.(1/7/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Katarina
Twice now you have indulged me. Twice now I have enjoyed myself. Princess Katarina, Twice Blessed.
Written By Macda
Nov. 15, 2018, 2:26 p.m.(1/1/1010 AR)
Gone
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I can't see in your shadow from
underwater. The black on black,
coal colour mellows a visage
returned in frosted glass.
This feeling- of unfeeling-
a free-fall so unbearable unless
drowning finally grants me rest.
My whole world is losing
light. Amber fluid failing
to burn ignorance from acolyte.
Yet I can't let myself be: this.
The only comfort I'll claim:
if you can't distract me,
don't bring up the name.
Nph Luzkgz, miw egml vtbmx, kfhhqtif, vrg umssphsg usuxvlcckx sa one no rfyvnmih
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I can't see in your shadow from
underwater. The black on black,
coal colour mellows a visage
returned in frosted glass.
This feeling- of unfeeling-
a free-fall so unbearable unless
drowning finally grants me rest.
My whole world is losing
light. Amber fluid failing
to burn ignorance from acolyte.
Yet I can't let myself be: this.
The only comfort I'll claim:
if you can't distract me,
don't bring up the name.
Nph Luzkgz, miw egml vtbmx, kfhhqtif, vrg umssphsg usuxvlcckx sa one no rfyvnmih
Written By Macda
Nov. 14, 2018, 8:59 a.m.(12/27/1009 AR)
In a dream
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trace of dust on cobalt bed
scent of myrrh upon handle
his lips demand to be fed
tempting is his scandal
murmur decry his appetites risky
but able fingers trace her cheek
he prefers highborn whiskey
she drinks anything not too weak
blood-stained maw, danger implicit
but sure of its guiding
a dagger to collect their spirits
every memory abiding
apparent his pleasure may settle
in baths and battlefield
pray his rage be confined to metal
deaf to most appeal
rituals of war and doom
written on a stone heart
redness at the wound
where his kiss did start
expert in death, eager of flesh
ripping heart from offered chest
none are safe outside the creche
heed trap disguised as nest
Oph enc iewuk ti wsbptyx qurfsj, wzj xobz Qfnmrd.
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trace of dust on cobalt bed
scent of myrrh upon handle
his lips demand to be fed
tempting is his scandal
murmur decry his appetites risky
but able fingers trace her cheek
he prefers highborn whiskey
she drinks anything not too weak
blood-stained maw, danger implicit
but sure of its guiding
a dagger to collect their spirits
every memory abiding
apparent his pleasure may settle
in baths and battlefield
pray his rage be confined to metal
deaf to most appeal
rituals of war and doom
written on a stone heart
redness at the wound
where his kiss did start
expert in death, eager of flesh
ripping heart from offered chest
none are safe outside the creche
heed trap disguised as nest
Oph enc iewuk ti wsbptyx qurfsj, wzj xobz Qfnmrd.
Written By Macda
Nov. 10, 2018, 10:13 p.m.(12/20/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Maddox
The newly arrive lord is amenable to sharing of stories and has an eye for detail that I admire. Equally admirable is his shared love of wine and games.
Written By Macda
Nov. 10, 2018, 5:52 p.m.(12/19/1009 AR)
My suite is finally being renovated. I never knew there were so many choices to make when redecorating and ordering furnishings. Perhaps this is why I've ignored doing it before. But with my returns back home to be more sparse, I should tend to my manor rooms a bit more respectfully than a clothing disposal area.
Finding a temporary place to stay shouldn't be much of a problem, should it?
Finding a temporary place to stay shouldn't be much of a problem, should it?
Written By Macda
Oct. 9, 2018, 8:33 a.m.(10/1/1009 AR)
I woke this morning with a song in my head, pounding like a hangover and demanding to be set free. Some might blame the wine from last night was the cause of the pounding, but I would argue it was just the holy vintage setting me up with some inspiration.
<<Music notation included>>
I left upon the morning tide, (Sail, my lady, sail)
But from the storm I could not hide (Bale, my lady, bale.)
Black clouds filled the sky (Sail, my lady sail)
Hands of lightning stabbed from high (Bale my lady, bale.)
And then I cried out from my plight,
Mangata, love, won’t you show me a guiding light?
Send a beacon to cut through this fright,
Keep me safe, keep me warm…. watertight.
The winds did rage and blast (Sail, my lady, sail)
A hungry Terror tried to hold me fast, (Bale my lady, bale.)
Mangata's love filled and set me free (Sail, my lady, sail)
Though the storm raged all around me (Bale my lady, bale.)
Sea-love's voice thundered with might
No more need had I of fright
When the Sea Lady's will set right.
Kept me safe, kept me warm…. watertight.
<<Music notation included>>
I left upon the morning tide, (Sail, my lady, sail)
But from the storm I could not hide (Bale, my lady, bale.)
Black clouds filled the sky (Sail, my lady sail)
Hands of lightning stabbed from high (Bale my lady, bale.)
And then I cried out from my plight,
Mangata, love, won’t you show me a guiding light?
Send a beacon to cut through this fright,
Keep me safe, keep me warm…. watertight.
The winds did rage and blast (Sail, my lady, sail)
A hungry Terror tried to hold me fast, (Bale my lady, bale.)
Mangata's love filled and set me free (Sail, my lady, sail)
Though the storm raged all around me (Bale my lady, bale.)
Sea-love's voice thundered with might
No more need had I of fright
When the Sea Lady's will set right.
Kept me safe, kept me warm…. watertight.
Written By Macda
Oct. 5, 2018, 10:53 a.m.(9/22/1009 AR)
I have decided to found a conservatory. I suspect it will take a while to come together, but it will be worth it. As long as I can find someone to keep me on track and make it happen. I want to collect every song I can find across this world and ensure it has a home on the shelves; and a chamber where music sounds better than anywhere else in Arvum.
So, um... help?
So, um... help?
Written By Macda
Oct. 5, 2018, 10:48 a.m.(9/22/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Mikani
She didn't believe me, when I told her we were going to be best friends. But she's coming around to it. This Islander gets me in a way that few others do: the sense of adventure, the joys of alcohol and bare knuckled brawling, and the weight of responsibility.
Now if I can just get her to drink wine instead of rum...
Now if I can just get her to drink wine instead of rum...
Written By Macda
Aug. 9, 2018, 8:04 a.m.(5/13/1009 AR)
Well I don't know why the king praised me, Scholar. Does he need a reason? I'm both awesome and his cousin. Wait... are you writing this down? Look, I don't need prompts for journals. I already came here with something.
After spending a bit of time at the Grotto with Liara, I went to visit Lou. Yes, Princess Lou, Pathfinder of the Society of Explorers and all that. It was just to find out if she had something to relieve some boredom and stress with. She offered me a bar brawl, which would have been good... but then she suckered me into taking charge of an expedition. How does that even happen? So i guess I'm planning to go to Darkwater soon.
Also, I think Lou's getting soft. I gave her a hug and she didn't creak. I'm not getting weaker, so she's got more padding. Maybe Mason's feeding her too much. I'll have to talk to him.
After spending a bit of time at the Grotto with Liara, I went to visit Lou. Yes, Princess Lou, Pathfinder of the Society of Explorers and all that. It was just to find out if she had something to relieve some boredom and stress with. She offered me a bar brawl, which would have been good... but then she suckered me into taking charge of an expedition. How does that even happen? So i guess I'm planning to go to Darkwater soon.
Also, I think Lou's getting soft. I gave her a hug and she didn't creak. I'm not getting weaker, so she's got more padding. Maybe Mason's feeding her too much. I'll have to talk to him.
Written By Macda
Aug. 8, 2018, 1:35 p.m.(5/11/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Aksel
I did not catch the dog in question, and really only assume as I have seen dogs do this but not cats. With Arx's obsession with animal companions though, it could well have been wolf or weasel.
Written By Macda
Aug. 8, 2018, 7:04 a.m.(5/10/1009 AR)
Things I've Done Since Returning from Bastion:
1. Punched a big guy.
2. Get choked out by a big guy.
3. Made a Lady swoon.
4. Saved a swooning lady from hitting the ground.
5. Found that someone's dog has ruined my favorite boots.
Things I Need To Do:
1. Punch a big guy harder.
2. Find new boots.
3. Profit?
1. Punched a big guy.
2. Get choked out by a big guy.
3. Made a Lady swoon.
4. Saved a swooning lady from hitting the ground.
5. Found that someone's dog has ruined my favorite boots.
Things I Need To Do:
1. Punch a big guy harder.
2. Find new boots.
3. Profit?
Written By Macda
May 15, 2018, 10:33 p.m.(10/2/1008 AR)
Family dinner .... should be fun.
Written By Macda
May 7, 2018, 11:53 p.m.(9/14/1008 AR)
For the common good or not. What do we owe the common person?
Sat through a debate on that this evening. Boring over all. However, was entertained by the bending of facts as if it would bend wills by Alarissa and Saoirse. Not sure I should sit through another one of these again. No fighting. And not drunk enough to find it laughable.
Sat through a debate on that this evening. Boring over all. However, was entertained by the bending of facts as if it would bend wills by Alarissa and Saoirse. Not sure I should sit through another one of these again. No fighting. And not drunk enough to find it laughable.
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