Written By Talwyn
Sept. 29, 2019, 9:14 a.m.(12/4/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Artur
That was a mighty fine whiskey you have had sent my way after the little wager.
Again soon? This time with cards.
Again soon? This time with cards.
Written By Talwyn
Sept. 26, 2019, 3:14 p.m.(11/26/1011 AR)
Best way to ensure that being in Arx results in something creative, is to set myself a deadline.
That is what the planned performance will do to me. Set a deadline for something new.
That is what the planned performance will do to me. Set a deadline for something new.
Written By Talwyn
Sept. 14, 2019, 2:52 p.m.(11/2/1011 AR)
On this return to Arx I am feeling a sense of returning back and giving, especially as last time I took indiscriminately.
Written By Talwyn
Sept. 8, 2019, 2:35 p.m.(10/18/1011 AR)
A fine return of a week in the city brings me to the Menagerie as I failed to remember the name of the art gallery. I do not think it was Jayus Gallery of Art.
If anyone remembers, it has a painting of a lady with a spider, send me a missive.
If anyone remembers, it has a painting of a lady with a spider, send me a missive.
Written By Talwyn
Sept. 2, 2019, 5:32 p.m.(10/6/1011 AR)
Did not take long in the city for my lute to remind me to write to those I met before.
The cannot of forgotten me. Who would.
The cannot of forgotten me. Who would.
Written By Talwyn
June 7, 2019, 6:08 a.m.(3/27/1011 AR)
Oft times I will sit down in a tavern or the Salon with little to say, and make for poor company. At least, until I strike up a spontaneous tune on my lyre - and then no words are necessary. The communication of people between music makes for a special kind of speech where emotion and thought can be sent and received with a hum, a series of notes, a tap of the toe, a wistful smile. I thank Jayus every day for this gift to us all.
Written By Talwyn
June 7, 2019, 5:41 a.m.(3/27/1011 AR)
I had the strangest dream - I was running through the streets of Sanctum, chasing a hat that I could not say if it belonged to me or someone else. I felt a dreadful shame for pursuing this hat, rolling down an avenue. Yet there I was.
I do not know if I caught it, for I was kicked in the shins and woke up. Honestly, I don't think I care.
I do not know if I caught it, for I was kicked in the shins and woke up. Honestly, I don't think I care.
Written By Talwyn
May 29, 2019, 12:51 a.m.(3/9/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Helena
I only had intended to play for those precious few stubborn birds left who dared to resist the oncoming cold, and found a courteous and friendly audience in you.
Now, after autumn has fallen to winter, which in turn shall retreat before the approaching spring, I find that I owe those stubborn birds a great debt.
They led me to true happiness.
Now, after autumn has fallen to winter, which in turn shall retreat before the approaching spring, I find that I owe those stubborn birds a great debt.
They led me to true happiness.
Written By Talwyn
May 19, 2019, 5:12 a.m.(2/17/1011 AR)
I have never much cared for the winter. Not the cold nor the snow, nor the bare trees nor the songbirds leaving for warmer climes. I recall, quite fondly, wintering in Gemecitta when I was younger and escaping the bitter chill.
Perhaps I only had to discover winter's joys to see it in a different perspective - the delight of a warm drink and roaring fire when coming in from outdoors, the tingling of nose and cheeks from the kiss of an icy wind thawing out with lyre and the best company.
Yes, I think I have come to appreciate winter.
Perhaps I only had to discover winter's joys to see it in a different perspective - the delight of a warm drink and roaring fire when coming in from outdoors, the tingling of nose and cheeks from the kiss of an icy wind thawing out with lyre and the best company.
Yes, I think I have come to appreciate winter.
Written By Talwyn
May 5, 2019, 9:49 p.m.(1/18/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Arcadia
After Lady Arcadia demonstrated how she had trained her canary to sing along with a whistle , I am convinced she's actually more of an artist than she claims.
Written By Talwyn
May 5, 2019, 9:35 p.m.(1/18/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Brigida
A wonderfully wise woman who dislikes the cold. I must remember to find her a very nice cloak, or perhaps a wearable blanket.
Written By Talwyn
April 28, 2019, 11:51 a.m.(1/4/1011 AR)
Some wine, some friends - both old and new - pleasing conversation. A song or two, a sweet voice, a dance. A dark moon, a light sun. The vagaries of fate.
This is the sort of chance encounter that keeps life interesting.
This is the sort of chance encounter that keeps life interesting.
Written By Talwyn
Aug. 23, 2018, 11:55 a.m.(6/13/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Bliss
I do not mind competing against Nox'alfar in any sense. Creativity goes where it will, irrespective of land or race.
Do your best. Or worst.
Do your best. Or worst.
Written By Talwyn
Aug. 23, 2018, 10:17 a.m.(6/12/1009 AR)
It has been some time since I set forth my thoughts in my journals. I do so now after a few weeks settled into Arx properly.
There simply was less need to write when I spent my winter in Gemecitta, away from the trials and tribulations of the capital. To be sure, Arx somewhat agrees with me. It's perfectly beautiful there in the middle of the coldest season further north. I love Gemecitta for its colour and fury of impressions. The assault on the senses enthralls me. The way the water smells different and clean in the morning, full of a different promise when I walk the quiet streets. Threads of yeasty bread sweep out from the bakeries as the city stirs itself. You can hear the birds singing in the thickets, and enjoy the heady flowers blooming with their spiced perfumes before anyone has really roused themselves. The heat sinks into my bones as I walk over the old cobbles, the ruts telling me stories of those gone away.
I am a Valardin in character but Lycene in looks. It never fails to impress me the diversity of the Compact, but the Lycenes will let me play for my supper or breakfast without caring for my rank. They sigh when I spin melancholy tales, and rage joyously with me when I spin tales of treachery and desire. They have always been the finest audiences for sudden turns. The complexities of my work get a polish in Gemecitta. I spent too long there in the torpid wastes, but that's not to be a cause for trouble.
I always remain a son of the west, proud of my heritage. The achievements of my forebears sing through the cairn, and they look out the eyes of my cousins and dear sister. There is nothing I would do to trade this confluence of happy measures, where the passions and unbridled love for the world meet with the upstanding honour that underpins the Valardin name and kin.
It's good to be back.
There simply was less need to write when I spent my winter in Gemecitta, away from the trials and tribulations of the capital. To be sure, Arx somewhat agrees with me. It's perfectly beautiful there in the middle of the coldest season further north. I love Gemecitta for its colour and fury of impressions. The assault on the senses enthralls me. The way the water smells different and clean in the morning, full of a different promise when I walk the quiet streets. Threads of yeasty bread sweep out from the bakeries as the city stirs itself. You can hear the birds singing in the thickets, and enjoy the heady flowers blooming with their spiced perfumes before anyone has really roused themselves. The heat sinks into my bones as I walk over the old cobbles, the ruts telling me stories of those gone away.
I am a Valardin in character but Lycene in looks. It never fails to impress me the diversity of the Compact, but the Lycenes will let me play for my supper or breakfast without caring for my rank. They sigh when I spin melancholy tales, and rage joyously with me when I spin tales of treachery and desire. They have always been the finest audiences for sudden turns. The complexities of my work get a polish in Gemecitta. I spent too long there in the torpid wastes, but that's not to be a cause for trouble.
I always remain a son of the west, proud of my heritage. The achievements of my forebears sing through the cairn, and they look out the eyes of my cousins and dear sister. There is nothing I would do to trade this confluence of happy measures, where the passions and unbridled love for the world meet with the upstanding honour that underpins the Valardin name and kin.
It's good to be back.
Written By Talwyn
Aug. 23, 2018, 10:10 a.m.(6/12/1009 AR)
Today I sent word to the Champions to see whether they might hold the key for my next composition. Not that I am stymied for ideas in Arx. Try walking two blocks without finding something to whet creativity against. But the act of honing any musical work to sharpness is another matter entirely.
The act of composition can be a solitary one. Too often I find myself bent over a desk, picking out notes. Hours spent bent over lutes or glitterns plucking out rhythms isolate a man. The spirit flies free when I am in front of a piano. It does return yearning for companionship, another ingredient in the eddying mass of ideas churning in papers scattered throughout the music room. But this foray I haven't made in some time, not since last year.
I hope to find something brilliant in the ideas of another, a bombastic creation that trends to daring heights. The Champions themselves epitomize the soaring movements and the powerful heights this music covets to aspire. It's not a quiet nocturne but a storm brewing in clamor and shining wrath.
Maybe I'm merely looking for an excuse to unleash the fire in my blood.
The act of composition can be a solitary one. Too often I find myself bent over a desk, picking out notes. Hours spent bent over lutes or glitterns plucking out rhythms isolate a man. The spirit flies free when I am in front of a piano. It does return yearning for companionship, another ingredient in the eddying mass of ideas churning in papers scattered throughout the music room. But this foray I haven't made in some time, not since last year.
I hope to find something brilliant in the ideas of another, a bombastic creation that trends to daring heights. The Champions themselves epitomize the soaring movements and the powerful heights this music covets to aspire. It's not a quiet nocturne but a storm brewing in clamor and shining wrath.
Maybe I'm merely looking for an excuse to unleash the fire in my blood.
Written By Talwyn
July 28, 2018, 6:04 p.m.(4/13/1009 AR)
I'm back in the city again. Arx embraces me with the usual fanfare of tourneys and loud, devastating brightness to make up for the frosty chill in the air. In the Lycene cities, I walked about in the lightest shirt of linen or cambric, and never even thought of a coat. Luckily Zephirine thought to pack heavier things or else sent word ahead to have them prepared for me. Who should have thought it was so blindingly chilly at predawn still, this late into the season?
Lycene air, sweet with flowers and wine and the murmur of music, contrasts most dramatically with Arx's bracing quality. But here is where my music begins again. Here is where the flames blown bright and healthy shall take hold, and with them, heat the catalyst of creativity. I can already feel the stirrings as I stretch my feet and my mind.
There is no lack of talent, no lack of brilliant performers and creative minds gathered together within these walls. Should it take me all year, I hope to meet them all and admire their work. They breathe life into the atmosphere over the city that sparkles in all facets of possibility. I in turn hope to offer what I may to further diversify a symphony of many remarkable souls.
Lycene air, sweet with flowers and wine and the murmur of music, contrasts most dramatically with Arx's bracing quality. But here is where my music begins again. Here is where the flames blown bright and healthy shall take hold, and with them, heat the catalyst of creativity. I can already feel the stirrings as I stretch my feet and my mind.
There is no lack of talent, no lack of brilliant performers and creative minds gathered together within these walls. Should it take me all year, I hope to meet them all and admire their work. They breathe life into the atmosphere over the city that sparkles in all facets of possibility. I in turn hope to offer what I may to further diversify a symphony of many remarkable souls.
Written By Talwyn
April 29, 2018, 9:49 p.m.(8/23/1008 AR)
I've been working on learning to be better with researching lately. It is not as easy as I had thought it would be. I've always liked to read, but simply reading a story and searching for something specific in a pile of books are two different things. I think I need a drink...
Written By Talwyn
April 29, 2018, 9:47 p.m.(8/23/1008 AR)
I bought a charming ring from a jeweler called Josephine this week. She does good work, and is quite reasonably priced. I will have to tell others about her and send them her way.
Written By Talwyn
April 22, 2018, 4:59 p.m.(8/8/1008 AR)
I have acquired a lute from Petal. It is has quickly become one of my favorite instruments along with a few others that I have gotten from her. If she keeps this up, she will soon have all of my silver.
Written By Talwyn
April 22, 2018, 4:58 p.m.(8/8/1008 AR)
It has been an interesting week. I have crossed paths with people that I have not seen in years and it has felt good to reconnect those bridges.
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